My boyfriend and I once had this conversation on Messenger where I told him I wanted to have a BBQ but only by myself. I didn’t want anyone present there but me. I was adamant about it. Or so I thought, for he kept on insisting I invite him too. Or rather he said to me “of course I’m going to come too”. No darling, I did not invite, you are not allowed to come. But come he did. At his own risk.
He knew I wasn’t in the mood; he knew I was going through I rough time, he knew my serotonin levels were low. He knew. I told him, many, many times. And yet he chose to disobey me. At his own risk. Of course, there had to be consequences to his actions. I had no choice, you understand. I wanted to be alone, I wanted to have this BBQ by myself. Why do people never listen?
Anyways, the day of by solo not so solo BBQ finally came. I had everything prepared for my boyfriend’s arrival. Dips and chips, side dishes, cold pasta salad, cold potato salad, rice, drinks. Everything was ready. Only he was missing. But soon he would arrive and soon the party could really start. The BBQ was getting hot, only he was missing.
And then he arrived. He knew I wanted to have this BBQ by myself, he you’ve known there’d be consequences. “Where is the meat?” is the first thing he asked. No hello, no how are you, no this looks good, honey. No, he was simply worried about the lack of MEAT. “I hope you’re not planning on having a vegetarian BBQ. Oh Darling, darling, darling, darling. There is no need to worry, there will be plenty of meat. And indeed, there was. But he never got to know that of course.
But oh, the meat was plentiful. And how delicious! And in the end, I did get to have my single, solo all alone BBQ.
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