Mr. W

Ever have one of those days where you're just MAD at the world? Well, that was me today. Yippee. The sad thing is, I had no REAL reason to be mad. I just was. Ever since I got off work today. Actually, while I was at work today. And work went good! I got to work early this morning, which I usually do, and went through my morning routine. Everything went according to schedule. Like usual. It was an extremely slow day, so I did what I typically do. First, I checked my email. Then I checked my MySpace. Then, I went back to my email and emailed my boyfriend. Then, I window shopped online. For about 3 hours. I know, exciting day.



So, where did things start to go wrong? Well, my cute, smart, funny, wonderful boyfriend didn't email me back. Now, I know, way deep down, that there's a legitimate reason for this. Like the fact that while HE'S at work, he's ACTUALLY working. He's the boss, and he has lots of responsibility. This I understand. I also understand that yesterday, their computer system, which is linked up and down the entire Eastern Seaboard, went down. That didn't matter today. Not to me. I expected an email. Now. I had important(maybe not) issues to discuss! Like if we're going to switch from dish to cable before I move in! I know, VERY urgent.



Well, this was enough to pretty much RUIN my whole day. It didn't matter that I only worked until noon. And it didn't matter that after work I was going to get my hair done. In fact, this made getting my hair done that much more unenjoyable. But, when I least expected it, he called. This didn't help. I was in the middle of getting color slathered on my head by my sister(she does hair, we DON'T do this at home), who was in an equally bad mood. And I had no signal. Not even enough of a signal to hear the voicemail left by Mr. Wonderful. He was NOT batting 1000.

About an hour and a half later, as I left my sister's shop, where she did a GREAT job on my hair, I tried to call Mr. W. No answer. What?! How is it possible to call someone, leave a message, then not wait breathlessly by the phone for them to call you back?! UNBELIEVABLE!!! I left a voicemail.

An hour later, I tried to call again. Still nothing.

Now, I probably haven't mentioned this, but I did know that after work today he had some things to do. Personal things that I won't discuss, but important for him to get done. I have also failed to mention that these personal things are actually working in my favor. I should be overjoyed with the fact that they ARE getting done, and getting done 2 weeks ahead of schedule. It didn't matter today. He was avoiding me. And that is a Cardinal Sin in the Land of Me. He had broken rule number one: Thou shalt ALWAYS answer thy phone when thou's girlfriend calls. Especially on Friday. This is THE holiest day in coupledom.

About two hours later, Mr. W returns my call with a pathetic(not really) excuse in hand. His phone had died, and he had it in his car on the charger. How could this be possible?! He is Mr. Practical and Prepared at ALL times! He has a backup plan for every backup plan! Apparently I have also failed to mention that Mr. W doesn't care much for the technology of a cellphone. The most extravagant feature his phone has to offer is that he can play Monopoly on it. And this is the feature he loves the most. He can't even download a ringtone. I swear. He really can't. It's so outdated, I'm still amazed(and grateful) that they make a car charger for it.

So, do I take this opprotunity to tell him how glad I am that he's ok and has finally called? Nope, I sure don't. I break out all the sarcasm that's been building over the past couple of hours and start to unleash it on him. I start out slowly and gradually increase it until he realizes what I'm doing. And that this means I'm mad. Have I mentioned how smart he is?

Then, Mr. W does the unthinkable. He points out that he's been very busy with the personal things, that, have I forgotten, are benefitting US tremendously, and has decided to take a break and call me. He was hoping that I would comfort him. Now I feel terrible. Ok, not terrible, but I do feel bad. I apologize. Me. Apologizing. I have to say, this happens RARELY. We finish our conversation very nicely, saying all of the nice coupley things people say when all is right in their relationship. But, for some reason, deep down, I was still a little mad. Sometimes I tend to stew over things a little bit too long.

He called back a few hours later to say he was on his way home, and did I mind if he stopped by. I was tempted to say yes, I do mind. But I didn't. I did take my sarcasm out of my back pocket a few times, though.

Mr. W showed up right on schedule(he's VERY practical), and told me how unhappy he was with my unhappiness, that was for no good reason. I tried to play it off, but I did end up talking about my feelings. One of my favorite subjects. No really, it is. In the end he said he understood where I was coming from(if that's possible, I'm very random), and that HE was sorry.

He's such a saint. He puts up with some pretty obnoxious things from me. My neediness, my self conciousness and my selfishness. My 3 worst qualities. And he loves me regardless. He doesn't try to change me. He actually completely excepts me. Amazing. I count my stars every night for him falling into my life. I'm a very lucky girl.

I think I'll keep him. : )