Dear Brainiac–
Here’s the thing: I like you. I really, really like you. And I’m pretty sure you like me back. But there are a few things we need to get straight.
First of all, it really bugged me when you didn’t go bowling with us on my birthday. I know I said it didn’t, but it did. And then you didn’t go with me to have dinner with my mom. Also not a huge deal, but I hope this doesn’t mean you’re never going to hang out with my friends and family. ‘Cuz I can’t have that. It’s a deal breaker.
Also, don’t tell me you have a great idea for my birthday present and then fail to buy me anything. I honestly don’t care if you get me a present or not… but if you’re not going to get me anything, don’t say you are. It’s not that hard.
Now, about this weekend– I had a really great time. And I appreciate that you came out with my friends. But, you stayed with your friends all night. I kinda wanted to show you off. I wanted you to meet people. I wanted to be a couple. You were perfectly fine with being a couple when it came to making out in the booth (or in the bar… or the cab), but I wish you had been a little more outgoing with my friends. Like you were the first time we went out with them. Then again, I guess you had no other choice.
And, finally– about next weekend– I get that you don’t like to plan. Fine. And I get that you need/want your space. But you told me you were coming into town. And then you told me you weren’t. Were you planning on coming to town and not telling me? ‘Cuz thats bogus. Yeah, I would’ve wanted to see you. And, yeah, it’s Valentine’s Day. But I wouldn’t have made a huge deal out of it. If you only had time to hang with your family, I would’ve respected that. I would’ve been disappointed, but I would’ve understood. I do not like being lied to.
The bottom line is this: I’m not asking much of you, but I do expect the things I do to be reciprocated. I’m not willing to give more than I’m getting. And some things (like friends, family, and honesty) are important to me. I hope that these misunderstandings are just that, and can be remedied by me being a little more forthright about how I feel. But if this is the start of some sort of pattern, I might have to bow out.
XOXO
LBF
PS: I’m not buying that whole “surprise” thing. It’s time you just buck up and admit I’m your girlfriend. Seriously, stop making excuses.
