Sweetheart Dance
The Sweetheart Dance was horrible for me. Marietta had a blast. The guy that she went with went all out for her. My boyfriend, EBB, who is opposed to gift giving because he is on a budget, didn’t even fold a piece of paper in half and write Happy Valentine’s Day on it. When we walked in the door with nothing in his hands, I made a face and then walked back into my room. He is such a jerk. He had the nerve to say, “You should respect my need to save money at this point and time.” I wasn’t even having that. The lousy buster could have made me something, but that is apparently too much like right.The only reason I went to the dance after that was because Marietta had begged me to come with her.
I didn’t dance with EBB once while we were at the dance. He smiled as if it didn’t even matter to him.
Marietta was cool. She told me that I could go home if I wanted to, but I wasn’t going to leave her there with ole boy.
I’m glad she had fun, because I sure didn’t. It’s a wonder I even got EBB to pay for the tickets to the dance.
posted by Me @ 6:36 PM
