If you make them
Last week, Scorpio was supposed to call me before Wednesday night to confirm our date.
I wasn’t surprised or angry, but I was disappointed.
He promised he wouldn’t forget.
And, technically, he didn’t. He called me while I was driving home from work Wednesday night and asked, “Are we still on for tonight?”
I expected this actually, so my response was easy, “I was waiting to hear back from you and when you didn’t confirm, I didn’t know if I should plan anything for us.”
He thought about it for a second and then replied, “Oh, yeah. You’re totally right. I’m really sorry I forgot.”
“It’s okay,” and then I said, playfully, “It’s your loss.”
“I know, huh,” he acknowledged. “Where are you right now?”
“I’m on my way home from work,” then I told him my actual location in traffic. “Where are you right now?” I asked.
“Downtown,” then he told me the cross-streets, “I just got off work and I thought, if we were going to do something tonight, maybe you could pick me up. But, since I forgot to confirm with you, I’ll just take the bus.”
I had an idea. “Well, I’m in a good place to come pick you up and give you a ride home? That way I could see you tonight anyway. Even if it’s just for a little while. Does that sound like something you could go for?”
“That would be really awesome!”
“Okay. It will take me like 30 minutes to get there, okay?”
“Okay, beautiful. Thank you!”
We discussed exactly where he was and where we would meet. He explained to me that his phone was dying and our call might get disconnected.
It didn’t then, but it did die before I tried to call him back later.
When he wasn’t where we had agreed he would wait.
Big fucking surprise, right?
Finally, as I’m putting money in the meter, he wanders out of the building where he was working, “Hey, babe. Have you been waiting long?”
“Yeah. About 15 minutes. I’ve been wandering around looking for you.”
“Sorry about that,” he said. “I was upstairs talking to the security guard and I didn’t see you pull up.”
“Okay, cool. I’m glad you’re still here and didn’t leave.” (I was only like 10% mad at this point – mildly irritated, I guess. Or incensed.)
(But, Seriously! OMFG!! He knew I was coming, and that his phone was dying, and he didn’t wait in the lobby by the windows like we had planned. Sound like Loserman a little? *sigh*))
We hugged and he put his stuff in the back seat then asked if we could walk down to 7-11, he wanted to pick up a Black & Mild.
“Sure, no problem,” I said. Because it wasn’t. There was money in the meter and it was a nice evening. He put his arm out and we strolled arm-in-arm one block to the 7-11.
After all that was over and we were on the road, Scorpio said, “Okay. I know you’re going to laugh at me because I keep asking this, but what day are we leaving on that skate trip?”
He was right. I did laugh. I laughed because I have told him every single time that I have seen him for the last two months that it’s over Valentine’s weekend – we’ll be leaving really early on the morning of Friday the 13th. I even printed out the flyers for it and gave them to him!
After I was done with my giggle-fit, I explained it to him all over again. Then I looked him straight in the eyes and asked, “Are you still going to go on this trip with me?”
“Of course I am,” He replied.
I asked again, “Are you sure? If you cancelled at the last minute it would totally suck.”
“Yeah, babe. I’m still planning on going with you,” he reassured me.
(He sure doesn’t seem very excited about it. Don’t other people get excited about going on vacation?! Or is it just me?!?!?!)
We talked some more about what time we need to leave on Friday morning, what time the Friday night rooftop party starts, what we were going to wear…
I asked him if he would be able to help me check out the car (Breezy) on Sunday afternoon (yesterday) to make sure he was ready for the long drive.
He said that he thought he would be able to because he would already be working on a friend’s car Sunday, too.
But he would get back to me Saturday night for sure.
I said, “Don’t forget about me this time,” then I winked at him and leaned in for a kiss.
He returned my kiss and reassured me, “I won’t forget this time. I promise. Cross my heart.”
“Okay,” I was satisfied. We talked a little more, he went into his house and I returned home.
He forgot about me Saturday night.
Nope. Not any more. It seems I am very forgettable!
Sunday I did the oil change and checked fluids on Breezy with Thing #1.
Here’s what *I* have to say about promises today: