obligatory stabby valentine's day post
for the first time since freshman year in high school (carry the one… it’s a lot of years) i’m single on valentine’s day. i can say that i was seriously okay with it, maybe even excited. today was going to be a day of pampering myself… after work, anyway. see the trainer, paint my nails, a glass or two of vino, how great does that sound?
but, as if he knew this was the plan, that i was, at the very least, on the road to being over him, i get a text. at 11:34 pm, the night before the day i may actually survive alone, he texts.
“did we go to 411 west on valentine’s day last year?”
are you fucking kidding? is this important information? grumbling, i respond that i don’t know, and why was he asking? just thinking about it, wondering, he said.
we chat a little more, i let him know my plans that i’m weirdly excited about, and he informs me the day will be spent on a bus to a meet. neither of our plans are thrilling, we agree.
“that’s too bad. if you we’re here and played your cards right i’d probably take you to 411 west again ;)”
excuse me? you mean, you… what?! i’d planned on visiting for baby sister’s bid night, and YOU are the one who asked “how is it in any way okay if we see one another?” though he’d just welcomed the idea two days prior. so i didn’t make the trip, knowing i couldn’t handle being in durham with him there and avoiding him the entire time.
and now, after not a peep in more than two days, the last one of which i’m fairly certain pertained to food, THIS?
no, just…. no.