Had a nasty end to work yesterday, so I wanted to go out and get a drink. I know that Charlie goes out on Tuesday nights. Work that doesn't start until later after a long day of classes, I'd want to go out for drinks too. He's a man, and let's face it, men are creatures of habit. There were two places he might have chosen to go to.
Anyway, after my sucky day, we were texting and I was basically dropping hints I wanted to go out drinking. After half an hour of him NOT GETTING IT, I tell him he either invites me or he doesn't. So he asks when I'm getting off work and he'll text me where we're going... all that jazz. Okay cool. So we're in texting mode for the next few hours. Last I hear from him is about 10:30pm. I figure we'd probably not go out until 10:30/11/11:30 or so. Not too much of a big deal. But then I hear nothing. So... I get upset. Fucking boys.
I end up in my car around 1ish driving around town. Going the opposite direction of where I know he is. And then I find out that Atlas has been having a really shitty night too. At around 2, I met up with Atlas for late night snack and tried to cheer him up. And then... Charlie drunk texts me. And then drunk calls me... And this goes on for an hour.
I didn't send my normal encouraging text this morning. But he did text me at 10:30 trying to be all nice and asking me if I could help him with something. I wanted to text, I'm disinclined to help you because you were such a DB last night.
But I didn't. I said maybe.
Why are guys such assholes???
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