This was a kinda sorta 2 1day planned trip to Miami. I had been planning to come down to see “O” for a couple of weeks. And last week I told him that I may surprise him (he says “its not a surprise when you tell me”) and come down this weekend. Friday night he called and asked “What time are you coming? I had really forgotten about it. Mama Comeback’s Birthday is today so I wanted to get back at least in time to give her a gift. Watch her give me the evil eye about my constant pressures of her finding her passion. And then I would be off to Denver for work Monday afternoon.
Instead I bought a ticket Friday night for Saturday morning on impulse. And I am here. Last night we went to this Cuban restaurant (Lario’s on Beach-Ocean drive). I had the shredded chicken with plantains and he his famous chicken and rice. No matter where we go-he will always find it. We also took in part of the Miami’s boat festival. Its like pimp my ride but with massive yacht’s. If ever the country was in an economic downturn-nobody let Miami/South Beach know. He’s back at the hospital now as of 8:42am. I don’t pretend that when he gets home in April that everything will be peachy not with all the boards he needs to pass.
I also realize that I am really hard on this black man. I expect to be called everyday. I know he is busy. And last week when he skipped two days (after calling everyday since he left) I was pissed. And then he tried to say that it was really one day because he texted on day 2. I’m sorry, if you have time to go to the bathroom you have time to call. Text messaging, IM’s etc do not count.
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Wednesday, February 20, 2008 at 10:49 pm
I’m sorry, if you have time to go to the bathroom you have time to call.
I am absolutely speechless. WTF.
I might have to right a whole post based on this one sentence. Didn’t you say yourself he was busy?
Thursday, February 21, 2008 at 11:19 am
Yes. But “Busy” will go down in history as the most ambiguous male speech known to man. “Busy” has also been used by men who really aren’t that interested or whose interest is slowly fading. I’m “busy” myself. Drowning in performance measurement reports(that haven’t been properly done at a client site since 2005) and my day to day work-along with social networking things I like to do often (has me sleeping 5 hours a day). But my mind often wonders how “O” is. Same for him. I don’t give a dman if he’s discovering a cure for every infectious disease this side of the hemisphere. If you can go to the bathroom you can call.
Its just the way it is. I don’t care how far along the women’s liberation movement has taken us. When I become Michelle Obama to his Surgeon General-I will still expect things that make me feel like a woman. Vis versa too. Quid Quo Pro is in affect in any relationship. There are excpectations (that should be negotiated as well). Mine is to be called everyday. And since the last hiccup so far so good.
Thursday, February 21, 2008 at 12:02 pm
I can understand your desire to be called on a regular basis (consistant and sustained daily conversation is a lot though), but the fact that you would equate calling you to see how your day was to the undeniable and life supporting act of urination … thats much.
Thats like me saying “If she can talk … she can give head”.
But maybe its just me …
Tuesday, April 14, 2009 at 11:31 am
“Thats like me saying “If she can talk … she can give head”
I dont exactly see the link here?