Sunday, March 26, 2006
today i'm gabrielle solis
"There are lots of hippies in this place," S said, making a comment whilst we're sitting down having dinner at one of my favourite cafes.
"At least they're not yuppies!" I replied with a dagger look.
"You are a yuppie yourself," he said nonchalantly.
"I'm not," I retorted.
"Yes you are. Mrs Solis is a yuppie. You're like her," he shot back.
I just sat back and kept my mouth shut because if I open my mouth at that point of time, I was gonna start shouting at him.
Perhaps I'm very much like Gabrielle Solis. Well, I love pretty stuff, I dedicated most of my life to shopping and I'd rather not eat than to give up my pair of heels. That, doesn't make me a yuppie does it?
Anyway, S is driving me insane I swear. He is a pain in the ass.
So I agreed to go out for dinner and movie with him on Friday night but little did I know he has decided without consulting me that we're joining H and his friends for movie.
I felt absolutely shittie towards the end of the evening because he was driving around in circle for half an hour looking for parking unsuccessfully, only to missed the first 10 minutes of the movie. For fuck sake, no one would have the faintest idea to watch movie on a Friday night in the city because it's late night shopping. It's full with people!
So when I got all upset, he thought I was being a drama queen and unreasonable because H just buried his best friend the day before, who also happened to be a friend of his back in high school. Don't get me wrong, H is a good friend of mine too and I want to be there for him during this difficult time but at least S should fucking tell me if he decided to change our plan. Just because none of my friend is dead *touch wood* that doesn't make me any less important.
Not to mention he made me paid (for him as well) for the movie I wouldn't watch in the first place. He always have this habit of asking me to pay for dinner when he pays for movie (or vice versa) whenever he asked me out. The point here is, he asked me out. So by right, he should be paying for it. After one fucking year only did I realized this. It was probably because it wasn't a problem back then because I was using dad's money, so I had plenty of it at that time.
When I buy things for him, I didn't ask for money. Neither did he offered to pay for them. The most he did is buying me dinner which probably cost one tenth of what I spent on him.
He doesn't buy things for me as often as I did for him.
It doesn't matter whether I'm a yuppie or not but this guy is definitely not for me.
*sigh*
I miss W. If only God could let me have another boyfriend that is as good as him.
"At least they're not yuppies!" I replied with a dagger look.
"You are a yuppie yourself," he said nonchalantly.
"I'm not," I retorted.
"Yes you are. Mrs Solis is a yuppie. You're like her," he shot back.
I just sat back and kept my mouth shut because if I open my mouth at that point of time, I was gonna start shouting at him.
Perhaps I'm very much like Gabrielle Solis. Well, I love pretty stuff, I dedicated most of my life to shopping and I'd rather not eat than to give up my pair of heels. That, doesn't make me a yuppie does it?
Anyway, S is driving me insane I swear. He is a pain in the ass.
So I agreed to go out for dinner and movie with him on Friday night but little did I know he has decided without consulting me that we're joining H and his friends for movie.
I felt absolutely shittie towards the end of the evening because he was driving around in circle for half an hour looking for parking unsuccessfully, only to missed the first 10 minutes of the movie. For fuck sake, no one would have the faintest idea to watch movie on a Friday night in the city because it's late night shopping. It's full with people!
So when I got all upset, he thought I was being a drama queen and unreasonable because H just buried his best friend the day before, who also happened to be a friend of his back in high school. Don't get me wrong, H is a good friend of mine too and I want to be there for him during this difficult time but at least S should fucking tell me if he decided to change our plan. Just because none of my friend is dead *touch wood* that doesn't make me any less important.
Not to mention he made me paid (for him as well) for the movie I wouldn't watch in the first place. He always have this habit of asking me to pay for dinner when he pays for movie (or vice versa) whenever he asked me out. The point here is, he asked me out. So by right, he should be paying for it. After one fucking year only did I realized this. It was probably because it wasn't a problem back then because I was using dad's money, so I had plenty of it at that time.
When I buy things for him, I didn't ask for money. Neither did he offered to pay for them. The most he did is buying me dinner which probably cost one tenth of what I spent on him.
He doesn't buy things for me as often as I did for him.
It doesn't matter whether I'm a yuppie or not but this guy is definitely not for me.
*sigh*
I miss W. If only God could let me have another boyfriend that is as good as him.
chica bonita fluttered eyelashes @ 21:05| 4 comments
