She waited for hours for him to show up. Moments passed by like a string of eternities as she waited for him to have the decency to call her, at the very least.
That was it. She was done! No more waiting for him to “bless her” with his presence. She was tired of his BS anyway, tired his bare feet in his sneakers and how he slurped coffee. And he cracked his knuckles … what was up with that?
Just last week he agreed when she mentioned that she was not in as good a shape as she used to be.
“You know it is good for your health to keep fit,” he said. She knew she should hit the gym more often but it was none of his darn business if she did or not. She didn’t tell HIM when to work out or what to eat.
“Why do I always get the losers?” she thought. Men who don’t know how to treat a lady like a lady … are there any good men out there?
More hours went by. It was almost 1:00 AM when he finally called her. She was in bed with the phone on her pillow.
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?’ she began, her voice rising. “I have been waiting here all night for you to call me!”
“Remember what you said last night?” he began with a calmness that stopped her mid-rant.
No. She didn’t remember too much about last night. Too much wine and too much song …
“You probably forgot,” he said, “You told me you were going to come over to my place and pick me up. You were going to treat me to a pizza, I think. I know, it’s a little late now,” he laughed.
“No worries. These things happen, honey. Just called to wish you sweet dreams.”