Well…
Shit.
But…
Still.
“And you didn’t leave me a goddamn note?”
She blinked.
“You were gone, like, every fuckin’ day for the last fourfuckin’ years so you couldn’t leave me a note?”he pushed it.
“Well, no, but mostly, yeah,’causeDad had two kids in college, both out of state, we’re not rolling in it so Icouldn’t exactly fly home every weekend.And anyway, J, you stood me up atTaste.”
And again.
Shit.
But still.
“My chick got up in my shit, I had to deal with her,” Jagexplained.“We were late, you were gone.”
“Yeah, well, my guy got up in mine too.He wasn’t a big fanof me hugging on a hot dude in front of him.We had words.I told him he couldrelax and deal or he could take a hike.He wasn’t relaxed, but he was ready todeal, and then you didn’t show.After that, I had to put up with him beingsmug, which was worse.”
Hang on a second.
She thought he was hot?
“So, that’s the only excuse you have?”she pressed.“Thatyour girl threw a tantrum and that’s why you stood me up?”
That was twice she’d used those words.
Stood her up.
But they’d both been on dates.
“A, I—” he began.
She didn’t let him get any further.
“So no, J, I didn’t leave you a note because you blew me offand I’m not feeling this.”She motioned between them, but explained it anyway.“I see you for the first time in years, and you get all up in my face because Ididn’t keep connected afteryoudidn’t connect withmeand Iwas just off,living my life.”
“Yougottaknow I’d never leaveyou hanging unless something came up I couldn’t avoid,” he told her.
“I don’t know that because that’s what you did.You left mehanging.”
“My chick was throwing a hissy fit.”
She shrugged.“So walk away.”
“If you were throwing a hissy fit, would you want me to walkaway from you?”
“Brother, I would not ever throw a stupid hissy fit.”
She said these words like they were gospel and her faceregistered nothing but disgust at not only the idea of chicks who did, but thathe’d think she would.
Jag found that interesting.
