Not now, NOW if he calls at 10:00. Or 11:05, or 12: 32, he will
know I'm butt wasted and that I've been drinking all day, and that I've
been drinking SPECIFICALLY because of I've been waiting for his
apologetic dragging oneself over grainy shards of crumbly glass phone
call. No I can't stay here
So I call
Ashley. Who completely
understands. "No way
in HELL can you stay there. Give me twenty minutes." And she and Aussie Bob cruise by to pick me up and we're off
to oh gee, another bar.
So Ashley and
Aussie Bob immediately have to know everything that happened last night.
And I do my best to be objective.
I really do. Because
I need to know if I'm right or not, and I need Ashley to tell me that
without the knee jerk reaction of Of
course you're right, because you're my best friend, and my best friend
can never ever be wrong, because I'm not best friends with stupid
And I try to
explain the events as he might have seen.
I looked like I was flirting with Chris but I wasn't really and I
would've told Ethan that if he had asked me instead of shutting me out
with the silent bit. Ashley
says, "What a dick." Aussie
Bob comes up with a good point, "A real man would have told you why
he was upset, and given you room to explain."
Ashley says to
dump him pronto. Dump him with the burning anger of a thousand dumping suns.
"If he's acting like such a baby when it's a
misunderstanding, can you imagine what he'll be like when it really IS
your fault?" And
that's when the realization hit me.
I can't dump him. I
love him too much.
terrible. How positively
awful. I love somebody and
they do this to me. Or
I do this to them. This
is so stupid, it's an argument where one side isn't saying anything.
Can it even be called an argument?
It's half of an argument so does that make it an argu?
I'm having an argu?