Why Didn’t You Call Me Back, Ya Jerk?

I can’t stand it when my boyfriend doesn’t call me back. Let’s take Friday afternoon for example. Home early, I planned on taking a long walk to my fave little pub–T-Boyles. Now, let me preface this by telling you that it’s over 3 miles away. This equates to about a 45-minute walk. Southern Cali had been gracing it’s city citizens with eighty degree heat one day and random rain on the next. So, naturally, I found this unpredictable climate to be ideal for walking the distance. Sometimes I just want beer that much.

It was about 4 p.m. when I set off and I sent a simple text of, “Hey babe, were you still planning on coming over tonight? If so, what time?”. This was an easy message, and I knew he was at work, so I didn’t really expect an instant reply. The rest of my walk went by uninterrupted and 15 stop lights later, I arrived. Well, my friend, Matt, met me at the bar and it wasn’t until we’d began our third Arrogant Bastard, that I realized it was almost 6:30 p.m. and I’d heard nothing from my man. I began to think my drink wasn’t the only thing with that appropriate label.

I never heard anything from him all night.

Saturday morning broke and he texted me with his estimated time of arrival. Earlier in the week, we had made plans for a breakfast in town and it appeared he was going to be able to keep the food date (note: sarcasm). When he showed up at my doorstep, he knew I was upset. I’m not really the kind of girl who hides emotions after all, and flared dragon nostrils are just the beginning of how comical I can look. Anyway, according to him, he was out with a friend the night before and they had one drink after the other, good food, and then more of it. By the time he looked at the clock it was late…blah, blah, blurb.

It was one of those conversations where I was just waiting for him to stop talking so I could insert how pissed I was. He probably said more after that, but my red anger was blocking any ability to fully listen. The whole time he explained I couldn’t stop wondering how he could “forget” he was in a relationship. This isn’t the excuse he gave me, but this reason is how my mind filled in the holes of his story. If we were just friends, I bet he would have called me back.

It’s frustrating when you think you care more than anyone else in the room. In this instance, I was thinking about him and he wasn’t thinking about me and that reality hurt. Caring is exhaustive work and this week, I don’t feel like trying that hard. We’ll see, he is pretty darn cute, I might be able to forgive him over a nice, long, phone call.