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Yesterday there was an ordeal. Got out of lab at 4, said something to dh about wanting coffee. He offered to bring me coffee; I said sure. I have an hour before my next lab. 440, he messages me that he's on his way. I know it takes me 5 minutes to get home from school, sometimes a little bit more. I waited 8 minutes to go up to where I told him to meet me. I did my best with directions, but it had been a long day and I was tired and fried. I told him, it's the side entrance. I think it's the west. Patriots street. across from the apartments. The building behind. Ratliff North.
I stood out there an additional 5 minutes before I saw him turn in. then he turned down towards a different road instead of turning into the building. I texted him that he was supposed to go straight. No response, didn't see him for another 5 minutes. at this point, if I don't start heading back in, I'm going to be late for the quiz and I can't take it, and I can't drink my coffee anyway. But I'm trying to stick it out. I kept trying to text him that he needed to turn around.
By the time it dawned on me to call him, it really was just too late. I saw him come back, but instead of turn where I told him to turn, he went straight. I texted him again, and he turned into the next entrance. Finally. So he drives up, I have to wave my arms for him to see me. He's obviously completely frazzled. and I'm just like; what's the point? What's the point of getting yourself so worked up to bring me coffee? If it's such a stressor don't fucking do it. don't fucking offer to do it.
Well, the clock bell is tolling and I can barely get a conversation out. I was trying to say that I know it didn't take that long to get here, and if I had been thinking I would have told him to meet me in front of the bell tower, because he knows where that is. but I didn't have time to stand and talk and gush my thanks for the harried ordeal. So I said thanks, grabbed the coffee and water, and walked off. He yelled out, "Youre welcome, by the way!" While I was walking off, and I turned around. he had the worst look on his face. Like he just couldn't fucking stand me. And I said, "I said Thanks." And just kept going.
He makes it so coming home was dreaded and not looked forward to. I don't want to be with someone who is going to offer me something and then treat me like shit because things don't go the way they should have. I get it, things happen. and I was late to class. but we had plenty of time for the quiz so that worked out ok. He didn't text me anything back all night. I had to wait almost two hours to drink my coffee, and then I stepped outside and guzzled it. Dreaded going home the whole way. Just really don't want to have a convesration with him or anything, just whatever. He apologized, tried to make excuses for why he was flustered, didn't know where he was going, none of my landmarks were matching up, there were apartments everywhere, yadda yadda. Fine, whatever.
I stood out there an additional 5 minutes before I saw him turn in. then he turned down towards a different road instead of turning into the building. I texted him that he was supposed to go straight. No response, didn't see him for another 5 minutes. at this point, if I don't start heading back in, I'm going to be late for the quiz and I can't take it, and I can't drink my coffee anyway. But I'm trying to stick it out. I kept trying to text him that he needed to turn around.
By the time it dawned on me to call him, it really was just too late. I saw him come back, but instead of turn where I told him to turn, he went straight. I texted him again, and he turned into the next entrance. Finally. So he drives up, I have to wave my arms for him to see me. He's obviously completely frazzled. and I'm just like; what's the point? What's the point of getting yourself so worked up to bring me coffee? If it's such a stressor don't fucking do it. don't fucking offer to do it.
Well, the clock bell is tolling and I can barely get a conversation out. I was trying to say that I know it didn't take that long to get here, and if I had been thinking I would have told him to meet me in front of the bell tower, because he knows where that is. but I didn't have time to stand and talk and gush my thanks for the harried ordeal. So I said thanks, grabbed the coffee and water, and walked off. He yelled out, "Youre welcome, by the way!" While I was walking off, and I turned around. he had the worst look on his face. Like he just couldn't fucking stand me. And I said, "I said Thanks." And just kept going.
He makes it so coming home was dreaded and not looked forward to. I don't want to be with someone who is going to offer me something and then treat me like shit because things don't go the way they should have. I get it, things happen. and I was late to class. but we had plenty of time for the quiz so that worked out ok. He didn't text me anything back all night. I had to wait almost two hours to drink my coffee, and then I stepped outside and guzzled it. Dreaded going home the whole way. Just really don't want to have a convesration with him or anything, just whatever. He apologized, tried to make excuses for why he was flustered, didn't know where he was going, none of my landmarks were matching up, there were apartments everywhere, yadda yadda. Fine, whatever.
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