Hello? It's Opportunity. Anybody home? Hello?!
So, I always complain about how I can't go and visit New Orleans Boy because he's so far away (in New York, actually, despite his name) and then, this whole past week, I have been seeing flights from Chicago to New York for the absurd price of $163. I could afford that. I could afford that and still buy groceries. I could afford that and go see a movie. "But," I think to myself, "that's still $163 you could use to take a chunk out of your credit card debt." "Shut up!" I think back at myself, "Credit card debt is neo-patriotism! It's unAmerican to not be in debt." These conversations inside my head tend to go on for hours, which is why I wasted a good couple of days waffling about the trip before I told New Orleans Boy about it. Last night, he said "I'll pay half if it helps. Hell, I'll pay it all and you can pay me back whenever." Still, I sit here dithering.
Should I go? I'd have to see the Ex Who Says He Will Never Love Again if only to collect my nice dress pants from our former apartment. That would be painful, despite our rather amicable parting. I'd want to hug him, though, and then he'd think I wanted to get back together. I'd probably even smooch him a little, just to make him happy, and then I'd leave him to stay at New Orleans Boy's apartment, and then I'd have to explain to New Orleans Boy where I was and how I got those pants and the Ex WSHWNLA will call me and yell at me for leading him on when all I wanted to do was get my goddamn pants back. How did my life suddenly become a series of truly weird causes and events? When did my life turn into "If You Give A Mouse A Cookie"?
I'm waiting for New Orleans Boy to call and make the decision for me. He'll call, right? Because if he doesn't, I'll have to call him. If I call him, I'll probably wait until the last minute, which will probably make me late-ish for my business meeting at 7. If I'm lateish for my business meeting, then it will start late. If it starts late, we may not be done by the time Sweet Boy from Thursday comes to meet me at the same place at 7:30. If he sees me with my business meeting guy, he may assume that I'm out with him and he himself, S.B. Thursday, is just another nameless, faceless date. If he assumes that, well, then I'll probably not get taken to a movie like I had hoped and he may tell everyone in town that I'm a super whore. If he tells everyone in town I'm a super whore, then I'll get a lot of attention, but the wrong kind of attention and there are certain shades of limelight that can wreck a girl's complexion.
Opportunity? Go next door. We're too full of Worry here.
Should I go? I'd have to see the Ex Who Says He Will Never Love Again if only to collect my nice dress pants from our former apartment. That would be painful, despite our rather amicable parting. I'd want to hug him, though, and then he'd think I wanted to get back together. I'd probably even smooch him a little, just to make him happy, and then I'd leave him to stay at New Orleans Boy's apartment, and then I'd have to explain to New Orleans Boy where I was and how I got those pants and the Ex WSHWNLA will call me and yell at me for leading him on when all I wanted to do was get my goddamn pants back. How did my life suddenly become a series of truly weird causes and events? When did my life turn into "If You Give A Mouse A Cookie"?
I'm waiting for New Orleans Boy to call and make the decision for me. He'll call, right? Because if he doesn't, I'll have to call him. If I call him, I'll probably wait until the last minute, which will probably make me late-ish for my business meeting at 7. If I'm lateish for my business meeting, then it will start late. If it starts late, we may not be done by the time Sweet Boy from Thursday comes to meet me at the same place at 7:30. If he sees me with my business meeting guy, he may assume that I'm out with him and he himself, S.B. Thursday, is just another nameless, faceless date. If he assumes that, well, then I'll probably not get taken to a movie like I had hoped and he may tell everyone in town that I'm a super whore. If he tells everyone in town I'm a super whore, then I'll get a lot of attention, but the wrong kind of attention and there are certain shades of limelight that can wreck a girl's complexion.
Opportunity? Go next door. We're too full of Worry here.
posted by Unknown at 2:41 PM
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