Compromising Positions…
In my old age, I like to keep to myself. Gone are the days of clubbing and 5 am stroll ins. I gladly traded in all of my heels (except for special occasions) and tight clothing. Give me a pair of flat shoes and jeans and I am in 7th heaven. The idea of standing in a bar for hours no longer appeals to me. Apparently, my BF sees it differently. He enjoys going out to a dive bar and having in depth conversation over a few beers. That’s fine but it’s just not for me. If you asked me to compromise I would tell you, give me a wine bar where it’s quiet with a little jazz music playing in the background where you can get together and gossip with the girls while the guys talk their man talk. That’s compromise.
This brings me to the present. We are supposed to meet some friends in a few weeks. We haven’t seen them in awhile. It would be nice to get together and relax as we have established, I am no socialite. I get word yesterday that these friends were invited to a party out of town. Bummer, I would have like to have seen them. You think it ends there? NO! My boyfriend proceeds to tell me that he worked it out with the couple. We can go with them and crash on their floor for the night…on an air mattress…with them in the room…Um, no. While that may have been practical in my twenties, I am not that hard up for cash that I can’t get a hotel room somewhere. The joys of being in your thirties…money and common sense.
To top it off, we weren’t even officially invited to this party. AND…it’s in an entirely whole new place. I mean crossing state lines 6 hours away! Is it me or is this all a bit much to do on a Saturday to Sunday basis? I don’t know these people very well. We did vacation with them but I didn’t feel entirely comfortable with them. Top that off with the never ending questions about when we are getting married. I just can’t deal with that given the gravity of recent events. Knowing that my BF isn’t ready to get married after all this time threw me for a loop and naturally, I don’t want to be around other, married couples.
I think if this pressure didn’t exist, I may be able to enjoy going places with him like I used to. I like showing him off and vice versa. I am trying to be the bigger person and go for his sake. I actually thought that when he said he wanted to go away, he meant just us, just to clear our heads from all of the mindless bickering. I know what will happen. We will get a hotel room, he will drink, I will not because I will be stuck driving. I will be sober and reminded of hos much fun I am not having.
Do I need to man up and go? Should I put this card in my back pocket and use it for something really important?
*Editor’s Note*
After all of this nonsense, it turns out that my BF got the date wrong! It is actually 10/30. Now I have a $60 costume sitting up in my closet and a wig to match. I have to laugh.
