I just know you’re already shaking your heads wondering what the hell I’ve done now to reinforce my lack of willpower and remind everyone of my complete and utter lameness. Well, sorry to disappoint. I was the recipient of the drunk dialing, not the perpetrator! Yey me! Oh sorry, I’ll wait while you all pick yourselves up off of the floor.
So I admitted that TD hurt my feelings yesterday. I know, no big newsflash there. Apparently he knows he hurt my feelings as well. How do I know this? Well that, my friends is because I received a phone call around 8pm last night. A somewhat slurry phone call, to be specific. I know that when he is upset about something that he’s done or something that’s been done to him, he has a drink. Or 3. Not my favorite quality about him, but as he’s a total lightweight anyway, I never know if he was on a binge, or just had 2. Regardless he called to ‘chat’. And tell me what an amazing person I am. And how much I mean to him. And how I am the best friend he’s ever had. And how friends are the most important thing. And how wonderful I am. And how great I am with his kids. And about 527 other things that I’d love to hear when he’s actually sober and would remember saying them. Although he stopped short of the classic ‘I love you man’ (thanks Bud Light) he kinda rambled for a while. All exceptionally complimentary things. Then he said that he hoped I’d be able to join them at their vacation house in Tahoe this summer. Uhm……no. Sure, him, his kids, his new girlfriend, me, my
nonexistent faux boyfriend and all of our boundary issues. Sounds fun, right?
Anyway, you can all be proud of me. No really, you can. ‘Cause each and every time he said something effusively nice to me I responded with ‘thank you’ and didn’t do my usual overemotional, overanalytical, overthinking word vomit in return. 🙂 Look who’s learning to ignore empty compliments (even though I know he means them).
Damn, I’d really like to go to Tahoe though ………….. but I guess I can go when I get a real, non faux boyfriend to go with ………. when I’m 90. Just me and and oxygen tank. 😦