this imploding heart

Your boyfriend's got no fashion sense

(Should you A: try not to take offense)

Cake ran errands on the scooter last night while I was in class. We spend a lot of time figureing out who is going to sleep where and how they're going to do it. Generally, I change my clothes at the end of the workday and put on whatever I'm planning on wearing to work tomorrow. This way, I can show up at his place whenever and I'll have what I need on me without having to carry an extra bag. Cake tends to bring a backpack and several grocery bags full of stuff to my house when he stays over. It's all very cake-logical, but it takes an hour to assemble it all and another half hour to actually leave his house.

It was pouring yesterday. I got off work at 5 and went directly to his house, as it's only a few blocks from Central.
"You should stay here tonight. I'll get us some takeout for dinner after I cash my check."

"I'm still wearing my today clothes, it's pouring out, I'm starving and I only slept for 3 hours last night. If I have to go home, I don't think I'm going to come back out."

"I'll pick up your clothes. Write down what you want and I'll go get them when I go up to Broadway."

So I wrote down: Salmon pleated polyester skirt, Purple long sleeve t-shirt, Purple cowell neck sweater, clean socks, white tennis shoes, comfortable-looking underwear.

I go to class at 6 and come back at 8:30. He's not home. 9:00 passes. 9:30.
I haven't eaten yet, and the crazy me is wondering what the fuck could be taking so long. The nice me says, "Um, he's picking up YOUR shit and bringing YOU dinner. No complaining allowed. Or aloud."

He rolls in at ten, pissed.

(Should you B: Tell him to go to Next)

"What the fuck were you trying to do to me!? I'm colorblind, Sonya! I stood there for a half an hour trying to figure this shit out. I finally just brought you a bunch of stuff. Tons of clothes."

Sure enough. 2 long sleeve t shirts, both lt. blue. 2 light (see: dry weather, spring and summer) sweaters that can't be worn with anything underneath, but both having some purple element. Salmon skirt, socks, shoes, fancy underpants.

I'm looking over what we've got, and thinking 'man, I'm going to freeze my fool ass off tomorrow, but that's completely fine. He tried so hard!'

(Or should you C: Kiss him and forget)

"I know it's wrong! You hate it, don't you!? FAAAAUUUUUCKKK! I stood there forever trying to figure it out! Oh yeah. And this. Dumb stupid crap."

and he throws down a winter sweater with salmon stripes. The only sweater that actually matches exactly the salmon skirt. Saved!

"Honey, you did a great job. Thank you for doing this for me, I know it was a pain in the ass."

I wouldn't have cared if he'd shown up with a bathrobe and a bathing suit. Nothing is more lovely than someone who tries hard to make you happy.

Posted by Sonya at December 8, 2004 08:41 AM