Overreaction
Something interesting happened this weekend. This is sort of a continuation of the last post.
This past Friday, Michael and I went to see Brokeback Mountain. He picked me, he called me a girl for not knowing what my apartment looked like; I called him a "dick" because he was being a jerk for refusing to look up my address on Mapquest ... it was fun. Seriously. We totally pick on each other but it is never serious. We went out to eat before the movie at the frou-frou hamburger place near the theatre. We both got turkey burgers that were weird, yet delicious, because it had cranberries, baby field greens, with cheese made from the milke of a virgin goat. We talked for an hour about movies and other random stuff. We got to the theatre 40 minutes ahead of schedule and the line was so long. There were at least 50-60 ahead of us. We ended up getting sort of good seats but the movies was SO good that I didn't mind the neck ache from craning my head upwards to the left and right to see the screen. I am going to have to see it again soon....
...speaking of that, I was suppose to see it with The Greek on Saturday but I ended up going to play tennis with Michael. I was sort of conflicted but I really wanted to play tennis because it had been a while since I last played. I called The Greek that I was going to be late for the 2:40pm movie and asked if was possible to reschedule it an hour later and see the 3:30 showing. This was at noon. I finished tennis at 2:00pm, made it home at 2:40pm and was out the door freshly showered and clothed at 3:05pm. I never heard back from The Greek regarding the earlier message I left so I imagined him standing at the theatre at 2:30pm and waiting for me. I got to the theatre at around 3:15pm, ran to the theatre and searched for him. He was nowhere to be found. I search the Starbucks that was nearby, but he was not there either. I called his house numerous times but he was not there. You see, The Greek didn't have a cell phone so he could not be easily reached. And that day I was supposed to help he buy a new phone to prevent things like this from happening. Oh, the irony.
I thought he might be in the theatre so I head back to my car. But before I went back home I drove up and down the parking garage looking for his car so I could put a note on it to let him know what happened. I didn't see his car so I headed home. I gave him a call to let him know that I was there looking for him and to call me when he gets this message. When I got home I told my housemate that I felt bad about what happened. I got into my room and saw that I had an email from The Greek ...
I called him but got his answering machine and then proceeded to leave yet another message. No response. I sent him an email letting him know what the deal was, but still no response. I gave him a called today only to get his answering machine. I left another message but at this time I haven't received a call. You know, I don't have a problem ingratiating myself, but I do have a limit. I've apologized more than once and I am just about done with him. This is extremely petty. If he gets hurts this easily, for something I gave ample warning about, then I am glad I wasn't in the relationship with this person. I wonder if he would stab me if I put a glass on the table without a coaster? I guess it is good to find this out know.
I think this is all due to me telling him that I going to see the movie with Michael on Friday, and giving a bit of background on our relationship. I was going to invite him but I thought it would be weird for everyone so I decide not to. So maybe he thought Michael and I reconnected so I stood him up. I don't know and I am starting not to care. I try not to hate anyone, but not being an adult enough to communicate someone over an assumption you have just makes me mad. I just don't have the time for all the drama.
I will give him to the end of the week before I will just give up and never speak with him again.
Is this an overreaction? or am I not being sensitive enough?
This past Friday, Michael and I went to see Brokeback Mountain. He picked me, he called me a girl for not knowing what my apartment looked like; I called him a "dick" because he was being a jerk for refusing to look up my address on Mapquest ... it was fun. Seriously. We totally pick on each other but it is never serious. We went out to eat before the movie at the frou-frou hamburger place near the theatre. We both got turkey burgers that were weird, yet delicious, because it had cranberries, baby field greens, with cheese made from the milke of a virgin goat. We talked for an hour about movies and other random stuff. We got to the theatre 40 minutes ahead of schedule and the line was so long. There were at least 50-60 ahead of us. We ended up getting sort of good seats but the movies was SO good that I didn't mind the neck ache from craning my head upwards to the left and right to see the screen. I am going to have to see it again soon....
...speaking of that, I was suppose to see it with The Greek on Saturday but I ended up going to play tennis with Michael. I was sort of conflicted but I really wanted to play tennis because it had been a while since I last played. I called The Greek that I was going to be late for the 2:40pm movie and asked if was possible to reschedule it an hour later and see the 3:30 showing. This was at noon. I finished tennis at 2:00pm, made it home at 2:40pm and was out the door freshly showered and clothed at 3:05pm. I never heard back from The Greek regarding the earlier message I left so I imagined him standing at the theatre at 2:30pm and waiting for me. I got to the theatre at around 3:15pm, ran to the theatre and searched for him. He was nowhere to be found. I search the Starbucks that was nearby, but he was not there either. I called his house numerous times but he was not there. You see, The Greek didn't have a cell phone so he could not be easily reached. And that day I was supposed to help he buy a new phone to prevent things like this from happening. Oh, the irony.
I thought he might be in the theatre so I head back to my car. But before I went back home I drove up and down the parking garage looking for his car so I could put a note on it to let him know what happened. I didn't see his car so I headed home. I gave him a call to let him know that I was there looking for him and to call me when he gets this message. When I got home I told my housemate that I felt bad about what happened. I got into my room and saw that I had an email from The Greek ...
Lets just call it " quits"
Bye
I called him but got his answering machine and then proceeded to leave yet another message. No response. I sent him an email letting him know what the deal was, but still no response. I gave him a called today only to get his answering machine. I left another message but at this time I haven't received a call. You know, I don't have a problem ingratiating myself, but I do have a limit. I've apologized more than once and I am just about done with him. This is extremely petty. If he gets hurts this easily, for something I gave ample warning about, then I am glad I wasn't in the relationship with this person. I wonder if he would stab me if I put a glass on the table without a coaster? I guess it is good to find this out know.
I think this is all due to me telling him that I going to see the movie with Michael on Friday, and giving a bit of background on our relationship. I was going to invite him but I thought it would be weird for everyone so I decide not to. So maybe he thought Michael and I reconnected so I stood him up. I don't know and I am starting not to care. I try not to hate anyone, but not being an adult enough to communicate someone over an assumption you have just makes me mad. I just don't have the time for all the drama.
I will give him to the end of the week before I will just give up and never speak with him again.
Is this an overreaction? or am I not being sensitive enough?
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