"You worry about everything, “ Will said to me last Wednesday night over dinner.
“She worries about everything,” he reiterated to my mother- all in between mouthfuls of Hard Rock potato boats.
Yes. I admit it. I’m a worrier. I worry about everything- even really stupid things I have no control over. That’s another post for another time.
My worrying was warranted last Wednesday though, guys.
We totally got stood up!
Yes.
Stood up.
Hello, My name is Brittny Lynne B-Love and I have been stood up by another couple.
Here’s how it all went down (insert hazy dream sequence):
As I mentioned earlier last week, we were scheduled to go on
with the couple we went out with a few weeks ago (NAMES! I need code names! Any suggestions?). We agreed on the date the weekend before, but still had to work out the time. The wife said she’d get back to me.
Well, I never heard from her. “Huh… that’s odd, “ I said, “I know! I’ll take the bull by the horns and shoot her an email to see about what time we’re meeting!”
Genius, right?
Notsomuch.
She never wrote back. Nothing. Not even a peep.
“Maybe she’ll call,” I thought- clinging to some tiny hope that some catastropic event happened in her life that prevented her from returning my email (ha ha).
Wednesday night rolled around and I still hadn’t gotten a call.
That’s when it finally hit me- we got dissed.
Punked.
Stood up.
Stranded at the Drive-In. (<- I had that stupid Grease song in my head all weekend. I walked around acting like Danny and pretending to be all anguished as I sang. Poor Will.)
Us! Will and Brittny! The nicest freaking people in the whole wide world, darn it! You can’t diss us! God will strike you down into a big smoky pile of ash!
Well… just FYI- as turns out you can diss us and you won’t be struck down into a big smoky pile of ash.
I spent all Wednesday night in a huff. What had happened? Why didn’t think like us? What did we do? Was it the Super Bowl thing? The fact that we own dogs? The fact that we actually like living in Oklahoma? Did we smell? Chew funny? Talk funny? Tell me! Where was our fault?
I couldn’t figure it out. Sure, I had my reservations about them- but that’s different! Will and I are totally allowed to feel that way- but them? They’re not allowed to. They have to love us. They have to want us to be the godparents of their freaking child. They have to want to name their first born Little Will and adorn him in OU onsies, dang it. They’re not allowed to have reservations!!! We’re the only ones entitled to that luxury.
Hmm. Maybe I scared them because I was coming on too strong. Ya think?
So, while the truth was that Will and I really didn’t want to go on the 10 hour date, it bothered me that they didn’t want to either. Like I said, what’s wrong with us!? I simply could’t believe we got stood up.
Then…
Then the blogging anxiety came. I’ll admit it. We were going on a blind date and I wanted to know what we were getting into. So like any normal rational person, totally untainted with the fear of paranoia, I googled the couple. Not much turned up, but then I began to wonder if she had done the same and somehow found my blog.
“Do you think she read my blog, Will?”
“Do you think she saw it and was offended by what I wrote about them?”
“Do you think maybe I’ll get an email back from her Saturday morning saying how she can’t be friends with a ridiculous blogger that talks about Suzy Qs and dog poop as if they were world-wide issues that require political intervention!?”
We then had the talk about “the blog” and how I need to be careful about what I say on here.
PS- I hate that talk. It makes me feel lousy and like I offend every living creature on the planet-including fluffy little bunnies and cute little girl scouts with pig tails- everytime my fingers hit the keypad.
Anyway, I worried all weekend that I had hurt her feelings and hence got stood up. STOOD UP BY PEOPLE I DIDN’T EVEN WANT TO GO OUT WITH!! WHY DID I FREAKING EVEN CARE!?!?! I guess simply because of what I stated before- it’s okay for us to have apprehensions about them- but what’s not to love about us (ha ha)!?
Will wasn’t nearly as hung up about the whole ordeal as I was. In fact, I think he was relieved that the “what’s their names again?” didn’t call. He was annoyed by the fact that although I knew we had no intention of becoming life-long friends with these people, I wanted them to want that of us.
Yes, I’m warped and odd. You should know that by now.
I finally gave up my whining Thursday afternoon. We got stood up. So what. Big deal. It’s okay. It happens. It’s silly to care about something all because someone might not like us (gasp!).
All was well in my world.
Until yesterday afternoon when the wife wrote me a lenghtly email saying how sorry she was and how she didn’t get to check her email Wednesday because the company made them move to a different area of Kuwait. She was so caught up in the move all weekend that she forgot to call Thursday, and she wanted to know if we wanted to get together this weekend.
Like a moron I said, “Yes! That will be great! We’ll be the bestest friends ever!!!” okay, didn’t say the last part- but I’m sure my enthusiasm gave off that vibe nontheless.
Can’t life be freaking simple!?
So I cried all last week when we WERE going out with them. Cried all weekend because we WEREN’T going out with them. And now I’m crying again because we ARE going out with them.
I totally deserve what I’m getting with all this friend crap. I totally bring it on myself.
So, as it turns out it wasn’t anything we did. I stressed over nothing. They actually do like us and I can sleep tonight.
Now I can legitimately start complaining about our next date.
It’s the small things in life that make it so worthwhile.
I’d be worrying too even if I didn’t want to go out with them! You never want to think that someone doesn’t like you! Hopefully the date goes well! Can’t wait to hear about it!
Names? Names? Okay, names. How about the couple you are always talking about on your tv show that you love? Oh wait, you would have to like this couple cause you like the other couple. No comparrison there. Hmmmm, a couple you’re not really fond of............(scratching head and rubbing chin). How about Homer and Marge or their annoying neighbors next door? LOL I’m bad at coming up with names.
Good luck though! 