Archive for August, 2009

Brunch Crunch

Monday, August 31st, 2009

For the first few months that Zack and I dated, it seemed like every where we went, we ran into someone he had dated. Which is totally fine because I know that I’m with him and he’s with me now. I got into the habit of every time he mentioned a girl, I would jokingly say something about him having dated whomever it may be. 96.7% of the time it was true. He’s dated *lots* of girls.

So this one particular night, he tells me I’m jealous. Jealous of his ex girlfriends? Really? I’m signing up for Tai Chi with one of his ex girlfriends simply because I enjoy her company and he tells me I’m jealous. Hmph. Interesting. So we agree to let bygones be bygones…I had to promise to quit annoying him with my little jokes about every girl we ran into. Fine. Whatever.

Fast forward to a few days later. We’re sitting at brunch with Marga (my BFF) and Bryan (Z’s BFF). For some reason we were on the topic of one of the many girls Zack has dated and Bryan said something to the effect of how Zack had dated lots of girls. And of course, that was my moment of glory.

Zack had been pissed off at me for merely stating a fact and now Bryan, whom has known Zack since highschool, was only proving that fact to be even more true. Personal victory. It was great.

So now that the ice was broken, Zack began to freely talk about how he was still friends with several of his exes. And even went as far to say that several of them would be invited to our wedding. That’s right, he wants to invite several of his ex girlfriends to OUR wedding. Our wedding should be about our relationship and the people who share in that with us. Not about his past relationships. That’s just wrong in so many ways. And he does not see that. It’s one thing to invite one ex. But a whole slew of them?! If I leave it up to him, our whole guest list would consist of nothing but his exes. Sorry, mom and dad, no room for you…Zack has given away your seat to one of his ex girlfriends. Not that we’re engaged. Our wedding is just a topic that has been thrown around…a bit.

I understand that along with being a rockstar comes lots of girls. But really, do they have to come along to our wedding?

This folks is one dating dilemma I have yet to solve. Feel free to offer your advice…or tell me if I’m crazy for thinking it’s odd for Zack to invite his exes to our special day-should it come.

Pull the Plug

Monday, August 24th, 2009

When I moved out of Omar’s house, aside from feeling like a wrecking ball had just pounded my heart into the ground, I knew I had responsibilities to take care of. Like canceling the cable and internet so it would no longer be charged to my credit card. I called Cox within a week of moving out.

Three months later, I was talking to Omar and he thanks me for not having the cable turned off on him. And I’m like woah, woah, woah- hold up. What do you mean “thanks for not having the cable turned off on me?” Omar goes on to say that there had never been an interruption in the cable.

That pretty much enraged me. I had been heartbroken and homeless and Cox couldn’t even as much as turn the cable off.

Well…the next day, I was still pretty bitter about Cox screwing me over so badly. I mean, really…he was getting free cable for three months! I grabbed my phone and punched in Cox’s number.

A guy answered. I asked…how long does it take you to shut off cable from a house when someone cancels. He said, “about a week or so.” So I explained to him that I had canceled my cable awhile back but it was still on. He asked me several questions; I answered them. Then he asked what was my reasoning for calling to cancel since my ‘friend’ still lived there.

And I replied with , “He broke my heart.” Nothing more needed to be said on my part. The guy on the other end said, “Yes ma’am, we’ll get that taken care of right away.”

Maybe two or three days later, Omar called to check in on me because that’s how he rolled. We chatted for a few minutes and then he busts out with, “Dude, they finally decided to cut the cable off.”

I simply replied with, “Really? What a bunch of Cox!”

Busted

Monday, August 17th, 2009

A few weeks ago, I went with Zack and his family to Arkansas for a little getaway. It was a blast. I’m growing more and more accustomed to becoming one with nature while hanging out with Zack. We were riding in the boat one day…the whole family. I was sitting towards the back of the boat. Zack was standing close by. The sun was beating down on us; the wind was slapping us in the face. It was great.

As I began to say something to Zack’s older cousin, I heard a loud pop. I immediately looked down at my chest – and yes- the plastic piece holding my bathing suit together broke. And left me exposed for all to see. I of course started yelling for Zack to grab my shirt, which he did. And as he handed it to me, he asked with a quizzical expression, “How do you plan on going swimming now?!”…as if I had planned to bust out of my bathing suit.