To War!
It's official.
The fragile truce Boyfriend and I have been pleasantly existing under for the past 2weeks has been broken. The shit has officially hit the fan and splattered all over my happy-ever-after truce. He broke it! Bastard!
A few minutes ago we were having a friendly conversation about how our days were going and plans for the weekend, when he mentioned (for the third time) that he is having people over Saturday night. I'd already informed him I had plans with a friend but that we may stop by.
And that's when I made my critical mistake. In my mind when I say "I may stop by" that means there is a good chance that I'll totally forget. In Boyfriend's mind "may" means "I am so there! I'll even bring salsa!" A rookie mistake. I should have known better.
So later in the conversation when I mentioned my friend may be inviting a guy from work (That she's been throwing herself at shamelessly! That's right you know who you are!) Boyfriend was all like, "Oh. So ditch them and come hang out with us."
"Can't."
"Why?"
"You still don't understand the concept of 'chick backup,' do you?"
"That's stupid."
"You're stupid."
"I don't get why you have to be there if she's got a date."
"Because it's not yet a date."
"Stupid."
"Shut up."
"Just come over to my house instead. You said you were coming. I want you there. You said--"
"I had plans with her before you--"
"She invited some other guy!"
"Look, you! This has nothing to do with you! My plans. Not yours. Back. Off."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"I'll talk to you later."
"Fuck off."
If Sunshine hadn't brought cake to work today I'd be throwing something.
The fragile truce Boyfriend and I have been pleasantly existing under for the past 2weeks has been broken. The shit has officially hit the fan and splattered all over my happy-ever-after truce. He broke it! Bastard!
A few minutes ago we were having a friendly conversation about how our days were going and plans for the weekend, when he mentioned (for the third time) that he is having people over Saturday night. I'd already informed him I had plans with a friend but that we may stop by.
And that's when I made my critical mistake. In my mind when I say "I may stop by" that means there is a good chance that I'll totally forget. In Boyfriend's mind "may" means "I am so there! I'll even bring salsa!" A rookie mistake. I should have known better.
So later in the conversation when I mentioned my friend may be inviting a guy from work (That she's been throwing herself at shamelessly! That's right you know who you are!) Boyfriend was all like, "Oh. So ditch them and come hang out with us."
"Can't."
"Why?"
"You still don't understand the concept of 'chick backup,' do you?"
"That's stupid."
"You're stupid."
"I don't get why you have to be there if she's got a date."
"Because it's not yet a date."
"Stupid."
"Shut up."
"Just come over to my house instead. You said you were coming. I want you there. You said--"
"I had plans with her before you--"
"She invited some other guy!"
"Look, you! This has nothing to do with you! My plans. Not yours. Back. Off."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"I'll talk to you later."
"Fuck off."
If Sunshine hadn't brought cake to work today I'd be throwing something.
Labels: Completely Unrelated Rantings, The Boyfriend (duh Duh DUH)
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