I'm Too Nice or Weak, You Decide

Friday night was a blockbuster night due to cancelled plans and the Groomsman. I watched "Shall We Dance". Yeah, I know and you know how much I love the J. Lo. I can tell you, the movie was not all that bad. I love ballroom dancing, Richard Gere, and yes, Jennifer Lopez, so all in all: it was not bad. Did I want to be home watching it on a Friday night? Noooooooo. I couldn't help that.

Groomsman made the whole Friday night fiasco worse by calling me in the middle of his softball game. Some would think that was sweet. But, those some didn't hear the yelling of cheers and the "oh, I'm up to bat, gotta go " either, so, yeah.

Later that night, I let him have it. AP would be so proud of me, that I'm letting people know exactly how I feel. That's a big problem with me.
I don't let people know how I feel or what I want. Me? Yeah, me. Hard to imagine right? I'm so full of opinions when it has nothing to do with my personal life. Go figure. I remembered a quote from the great Julia Roberts while she was on the not so great Oprah show. Roberts said, "You have to teach people how to treat you"
So freaking true.

The next day was spent entirely with Groomsman. This is the "I'm too nice or weak" part. Let me tell you, it was only out of default, partly. I had to get my brake lights fixed. For a week, I was one of those drivers we hate, whose brake lights were not working.
How did I know? There is no freaking warning light in your car for when lights stop working. Or maybe that's just my car. Anyway, a group of scary construction workers were behind me in traffic and at a stoplight, one jumped out the truck and banged on my window to warn me. Ohkay, I so didn't roll down the window like he wanted. I don't know where he thought he was, but, hello we live in Dallas. He kept banging, so I rolled down the window a smidge. Thank goodness, he was the only one that warned me this week.
My car mechanic is located directly across the street from Groomsman's apartment building. Coincidence? YES. Don't go there, I'm not that kind of crazy girl.

Since it was 9:00 in the morning and I was pissed the night before, I decided to wake him up. I thought it was fair that he had to play host while my car was getting fixed. That was fair enough, right?

I went over and he took me to brunch (my suggestion) and then we shopped. And the boy can shop. He has some serious style that normal heterosexual men don't have, example: He is not scared of a pink shirt or baby blue cargo shorts.
When I say he can shop, he actually sat interested while I tried on the same Kenneth Cole* dress, different sizes for an hour. He was okay when I left the store empty handed. Then he was all still wanting to hit up Nordstroms for himself. That's when he dropped the "My parents are friends with Mr. and Mrs. Nordstroms"---What the shopper? Your parents are what with whom?
That sentence in itself almost made me forget about Friday night. Almost.

By the time all the shopping ended, it was near time for me to meet up with some friends. So I did and took him along with me. That didn't go so well...

How can I put this, hmm....uh, well, Groomsman is not so down with the Gays, as I am. Huge shocker! He doesn't hate and he said he is not a homophobic, but I (and my friend) could so tell he was very uncomfortable in the situation, to which she just had to point out how much more comfortable and fun Incredible was when she first met him.
Whoa.
OK. Granted my friend is a lesbian, so she may not have that much pull here. She went on and on about how much incredible and I "fit". Then I had to explain to her the dealio. She responded with, "So and are you so easy to date?"

Double Whoa.

Then Kelli went on to tell me how, I don't tell people what I want and/or how I feel...uh-huh, and how there was that time that Incredible told me the reason he can't be so committed/boyfriend up in my face was for that exact same reason. And how if she was dating me, how the heck would she know what I wanted out of a relationship if I wasn't voicing my wants and needs and for that she agrees with Incredible and she likes him better and I need to figure out my deal, so there!
Those lesbians sure know how to speak some truth whether you want to hear it or not.

So, you know I spent some time Sunday with Incredible. And now, I may have to break out a con/pro list. Are you ready, Belvis? I still have the one from World Cup versus Incredible.


*My friend Sergio's last day at Kenneth Cole was Saturday. That is the only way (his 'last day' discount) I was even considering buying that dress. As we all know, I am the discount shopper. Sergio and I both decided, that you need to be Kate Moss thin to wear that dress. After many sizes were tried on and all the sales people tried to tie it different ways, on my curvy body, it was just too un-flattering.