All types of bad shit happens. Seriously.
I was going to have the apartment to myself from Thursday night through Monday. This was literally the following weekend after Vegas and I was ready. Sooooo ready.
But then things happened.
The Monday after Vegas I came home to one of my two cats not doing the best. I thought he was just having allergies. When my partner came home, he had gotten worse. We decided to take him to an emergency pet hospital, where he passed away. Being the stronger person emotionally, I had to take care of everything, which didn’t bother me at the time. I’m very good at bottling up emotion until I can ugly cry alone.
I cried a lot that weekend, and felt incredibly alone with the cat that disliked me. It wasn’t a good weekend to be alone.
So, that was shit day 1.
The fabulous World Cup was FINALLY happening and I was ready to watch all the games being replayed the first night I was alone. I pushed the “ok” button to start being interactive and that’s when my tv receiver died. Not even 10 minutes after I dropped my partner off at the airport. I called him and his only response was “this is why we can’t have nice things.” A 30 minute call to my cable provider and I had to schedule a worker to come out between 8-12 Saturday morning. Ugh, my life. Thank Zeus I had hbo go on the Xbox. Two full nights of no real tv; I could never be one of those people that only streams tv shows.
As if losing your ability to watch live television is bad, just wait! My week COULD get worse!
That Friday I had a huge meeting/presentation for work. No problem for me; I love hearing the sound of my own voice. However, I wasn’t feeling it after my shitty Monday. That was then exacerbated by my dick of a boss. We all think we have shit bosses, but he gets the ultimate dick award for that week. I didn’t want to come out and say, my fur child just died at the age of 2, and he had no problem letting me ask how he was and then continued on his day without saying more than 5 minutes of conversation with me. This fun behavior continued all week! And boy was my life awesome! By Friday, all hell broke loose. After the meeting, the team went to lunch together, and my lovely boss randomly vanished. I stayed for another 20 or so minutes until the rest of the team decided to go. I offered to drive the two car-less people if they wanted a ride, which they decided they should take. I dropped them both off on my way to the office, and when I went in to drop supplies off and leave, he surprised me by being in our office. Complete silence. He invited others to come get cake, and was awkwardly pleasant to them while being an ass hat to me. I mentioned I was tired and would like to go home early, and that’s when he went psycho. I apparently took too long to get back to the office, and then he called me insensitive for not texting or calling him while I was driving his boss and one of our partners. Needless to say, I was fuming and sat at my desk doing nothing the remainder of Friday afternoon. He tried to say I could still go home, and I sat there, pretending to read some dumb article.
Did I go to his boss? Yes, I certainly did. Did anything really happen to him? Nope. Did he get pissy to the wrong people a few months later? He certainly did. I finally got a new job and within a month of leaving, home boy got demoted to my job. No sympathy.
I had my first legit awkward Tinder moment that weekend. Not, hey aren’t you my cousin, type of awkward, but just a bad experience.
I matched with a guy that wasn’t my type, but I was lonely and still had no tv that Friday night and was ready for some company. We texted and he was going to come over for sex and then leave. Sounds perfect for a guy! When he arrived, I was in my “sleep clothes” of an oversized shirt and sport shorts. Nothing fancy. He was around 6’2″, white, slender, 5 o’clock shadow, and a brown hair buzz cut. He came in and I showed him to the bedroom, making awkward small talk the entire time because I am the most awkward. I asked if he wanted anything, and he said he needed to step outside to make a phone call. No problem to me. I went back into my bedroom and checked my phone, namely tinder and Facebook, and I then totally heard a loud ass truck engine. I just stood there in total disbelief. I quickly walked to my door and looked out my peephole in case it somehow wasn’t him; he wasn’t there. I stood there for the longest two minutes of my life. What did I do? Do I really look that different from my tinder profile? I didn’t think so. Maybe I smelt weird, I had just run. No, I had put perfume on. I was beyond confused; I was hurt, upset, alone, and not in a good place. I would have gone out if it wasn’t already past midnight.
I texted him just one word: really? And I happily never heard from him again.
But all of those shenanigans aside, I met one of my only fuck buddies that has turned into a legit friend that weekend, I ran a 10k in horrible humidity, and I watched the Spurs win. Go Spurs go!
The Daring Vagina