27th
Dinner w/ my ex-boyfriend:
Volume 1:
We are fighting before we even get in the restaurant. He insists on sitting in the parking lot until i call to let him know i’m there. “Why don’t you go get a table,” i say. it’s the fucking diner, come on.
“Don’t want to see any local people,” he says.
When i get there i call him and he says, “okay, are you walking in right now?”
“Jesus God,” i say. “Are you honestly so insecure you can’t even walk across a parking lot alone?”
“i’m not going to walk in there and look for you,” he says, as if i have asked him to parade through our old high school naked. Why not?, i think. That’s what any normal person would do without thinking twice. Then i remember that i am entering a realm in which logic and convention mean nothing.
Volume 2:
He is telling me about his douche of a roommate, from the apartment he has since abandoned to move back with his parents. The roommate set up the electricity account and, apparently, never turned it off when they moved out.
“So now i’m going to have to pay, like, two thousand dollars because he never closed our account. it’s bullshit. Someone else lives there now.”
“And are they stealing electricity from you?”
“i don’t know. Whatever. i’ll just sue someone,” he scowls. “i’m just hoping it gets turned off before August, which is the latest they’ll charge us until for it.”
“So, wait, why don’t you just call your old roommate tell him to close the electric account?”
He looks at me like i have just suggested something even more unfathomably abhorrent than going into a restaurant alone.
“Hell no.” They are apparently on bad terms.
“So, it’s going to cost you, like, two grand in unpaid electric bills on electricity that’s still being used now?”
“Whatever, i’ve already started saving up for it.”
