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| Sexual frustration makes me cry |
| 08.19.05 (12:20 pm) [edit] |
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I told a lie yesterday, and man, did I feel bad about it. I still kind of do. So whenever I drive to the J Man's place, I call him when I'm exactly 10 minutes away to let him know I'm 10 minutes away. Five minutes didn't seem to be enough notice for him to come downstairs to let me into the garage, and I figure 10 minutes enough time for him to finish or put aside whatever he's doing at the moment. (Sometimes I'm 7 minutes away, and I tell him that, too.) However, no matter how much notice I give him, I'm always waiting -- every single time. No exaggeration. It's to the point where I wonder if there's even a point to giving him the courtesy of notice. If he's not going to manage his time or keep track of time, I might as well make my wait my fault. Anyway, yesterday...we were off to see a play and I was going to be at his place around 6. Earlier in the day, we had established that he'd be home by then since he was going to leave work at 5. So about at about 5:55, I did my usual 10 minute away call. He said he was still at work, and I told him I was at his place already. I felt bad about lying and the panic I caused him. He was like "okay, I'm going to run home now." But on the same token, if he was going to be late, all he had to do was let me know in advance. In fact, I wish he would tell me whenever he is running late. Punctuality is a weak point for me, but it's even weaker for him! I feel like I am waiting for him on a regular basis. So...when I'm really close to his place, he calls and asks me where I am. I was like, "I'm about 2 minutes away." I could tell he wasn't pleased. :oops: *hangs head in shame* I've been meaning to broach the subject of punctuality with him so we can do something about it. I am just as guilty. Getting to work at a decent time for me has been eating at me. Whenever I stay at his place during the week, I never get to work at a time I want (11 am is not acceptable, is it...). But I really dislike calling ahead to tell him when I'm going to be there and then still have to wait. Complaining about it hasn't helped, so I thought I would do something more drastic. I don't really think it's the best idea to fib though. Tonight is dinner and movie night! I am guessing J Man will be working late and perhaps working this weekend? Work work work. It is sucky that work is consuming him right now, but there are worse things. Oh!! Team Canada hockey jerseys are going to be tighter fitting. I can't wait to see them modeled :D |
posted by: newbie (reply)
post date: 09.18.05 (8:21 am)
I'm often late for work too. And there's a J that I'm trying to please also...good blog. Check out mine, I'm a good writer, just search for
Onset of Reality.
posted by: rosietulips (reply)
post date: 09.18.05 (5:56 pm)
Reply to: newbie
Thanks for checking out my blog :-) I've tried searching for you, but tBlog's been fussy. I'll keep trying though!
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