My friend wrote me an email yesterday thanking me for bringing the Chicago weather back with me to New York. I informed him that he's lucky; it's even worse in Chicago. Chicago get so much colder than New York. Evidently this is due to the fact that Chicago is right off of Lake Michigan, but the logic doesn’t make sense seeing as how we’re right on a body of water too. Nevertheless, it's ridiculous there.
On Friday night, I arrived at O’Hare at 9:55—seven minutes early. I called Dave while sitting on the runway to find out how close he was. I could hear music blaring in the background; people yelling, having a grand ol’ time.
“Babe, where the hell are you?”
“Are you here already?!”
“Yes.”
I hung up on him because A). I was pissed, and B). I couldn’t hear him.
Forty minutes and a phone call to Bobby, who I knew would feed into my anger, later, Dave showed up to pick me up.
I tried to play it cool, but I couldn’t. I was seething. A similar incident happened to me in the past with another guy. I arrived at O’Hare from San Diego, only to find that he had scheduled a car to pick me up (strike one), while he was drunk (strike two) but put in the wrong time, due to his drunkenness, so the car never came (strike three!). I broke up with that guy that weekend. So drunk you couldn’t pick me up on time? I see where this is going. To this day, the other guy is still pissed at me.
Dave was similarly drunk when he came to get me and claimed that he thought my flight arrived at 10:30. We went back and forth about how he had read to me earlier from his computer that my flight was to come in at 10:02. (Of course, when we got to his house, my flight schedule was still up on his computer--10:02 haunting him like guilt). I then decided to hit him where it hurts.
“You think I’m going to pack my stuff up and move here for a guy who can’t even get to the airport on time? No way.”
“What, so you’re not going to move here now? You have to let me know.”
“You’re out of your mind, asshole.”
“So, you’re just wasting my time?”
“Interesting choice of words,” I said, basking in my cleverness.
After calling him a few choice words and him calling me a spoiled j.a.p., we made up and went to dinner (oh, but he wasn’t hungry because he already ate). The rest of the weekend, I blamed everything (my tiredness, my minor bad mood, etc.) on the 40 minutes I lost at the airport. In fact, we are still on a 40-minute delay.
I start PMS’ing this week. I don’t see this dying down until at least the 13th.
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Oh, I would have been pissed too. Pissed and petty is the name of the game when I feel slighted.
I'd probably be bringing it up weeks later too
I got over it, to tell you the truth, but after I wrote about it, it started pissing me off again. Dave's usually on good behavior or this would have been a very big deal.
I'll totally bring it up for weeks either way though.
By the way, you are the first to comment in a while. I think people lost faith in me since I left them slighted for a bit. Sorry y'all.
First things first, you should never move to Chicago FOR him...it should be for yourself or the rest of your relationship will be like this weekend. (i.e. "I moved here for you and you can't even _______, fill in the blanks). Second...OUCH, that is a big strike against the DMan. Third and last, if your reading this Dave, you better have something BIG & SPARKLEY in store for my sis on Valentines Day.
Love you!
And yes, there hasn't been much to comment on as of late:). lol.
Sort of a 180 from your last post. Too bad you let 40 minutes blow your weekend. You two don't see each other enough to blow opportunities.
Well, in a relationship, unfortunately, you can't only look out for yourself. If so, I'd be staying here.
I think I villified Dave a bit on this post. While everything I said happened and I was very pissed off, I didn't let it ruin my weekend. It was an honest mistake. I definitely brought it up to Dave, but more as a joke than anything. I actually IM'd Dave right after I wrote this and told him to read it. We rarely argue so our little fight in the car was pretty comical.
As for moving there and always saying, "I moved here for you and you can't even _______, fill in the blank," that's totally going to happen. I'm very petty, although I'll try to be aware of it. In the end, I'm moving there on my terms, i.e. whenever it's right for me to go job-wise, etc.
On that note, C-Dog: Did I tell you I might move home for a while before moving to Chicago? I'll explain on today's post.
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