I decided to only date one guy just in time for said guy to get weird: Murphy's Great Law of Dating. For the most part, no big - I wasn't 100% sold on him but I'm 150% sold on the idea of staying sane during dating. So, imagine my surprise when the guy who never calls (I kinda liked this about him) suddenly decides to call me at 8:30 pm on a Friday night when he has refused to make plans all week. Hmm....the mind boggles not much at possible reasons. One way or the other, I did not answer.
I may be in my pajamas with nothing to do but blog, but I'll die a slow, agonizing death before I confess to being anything but 'out' on this Friday night. I did see Speed Racer today (the Wachowski brothers had best have skipped town after that $150 million fiasco) so that's what I'll say. Oh - and I'm being a little harsh on the Wachowskis...it's just that when you have a 7 and 4 year old at a movie (at the outrageous rate of $40 for a matinee and some popcorn), you really appreciate it if the movie doesn't drag on for 2 1/2 hours with a mostly inane plot that pretends it has a real shocker twist (even though the 4 year old figured it out exactly 20 minutes into the show).
Regardless, I thank them for permitting me to pretend to be 'out' tonight. After dragging 2 amazing, adorable, good-natured kids around town for the whole day, I deserve to go to bed early. If said guy wants to know if I'm still dating other people - he should ask me rather than call at 8:30 pm on a Friday when he's been in guy weirdness. Bad form. Very bad form.
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Guys are a dime a dozen, nieces and nephews are where it's at. Go Speed Racer.
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