Like a bestselling novel, that little editor’s note sure put a decent twist on things with Brandon, didn’t it?
How do these things happen? Exhibit A.
ME: Hey there, what’s up?
B: I’m sorta nervous to have a date tomorrow
ME: Why nervous?
B: Well it doesn’t happen very often for starters.
…And then I stopped responding because I was a perfect mix of jealous, pissed, sad, and needed to stomp up my office stairs before I pulled out one of my classic crazy moves (usually a passive aggressive text message).
Reasons why I was upset:
- There was no reason to tell me about the date (unless he was looking for an easy way out)
- How am/was I supposed to react to that?
- When I ask, “Why nervous?” the correct response would be something along the lines of, “Don’t want to make you upset.”
- I cannot/will not listen to someone I slept with a mere month ago complain about a lack of dates
I wanted so badly to just be cool and continue the conversation and act like it didn’t bother me. But it did and it does.
I get it, we are not together. He can absolutely go on dates, as can I. But I wouldn’t ever tell him about a date unless it was on the verge of getting serious—I would never say it in passing, because I care(d) about his feelings.
So, going on the date was one thing, telling me about it with intentions to hurt me/make me jealous is something else entirely. Both mean. Both shitty.
Webber did something equally asshole-ish and great all at once.
Out of sheer curiosity, I wandered over to his Twitter page only to witness a rather long conversation between him and one miss @Shasha42069 (handles have been changed to protect the slutty):
Webber: where ya at gurl I’m waiting for my date
Sasha: I’m back… I been back!
Webber: Oh well damn why didn’t you say anything
Sasha: because your supposed to know these things
Webber: my fault
Sasha: It’s ok, I’ll give you a pass this time
Webber: You are too kind. So you gonna hit me up so we can do this
…And it continues from there where they pick out a place to eat, etc. Now, I’m certainly NOT jealous here. However, I don’t appreciate getting constant texts from a guy who is obviously (and publicly) asking out other women. I get it—the more you ask out, the better your return.
I’m not interested in statistics.
So when he texted me the other night, at 10 p.m. “How was your day?” I happily did not reply and continued drooling over Nev Schulman (#Catfish).
Now, I’m actually hoping he texts me again, just so I can say this:
What, your date with @Sasha42069 didn’t work out??
Damn, life is good.