Worst Laid Plans
Things were on the rocks with my boyfriend of over a year, so he decided to surprise me with an evening on the town. We lived in different cities that summer, so it was indeed a surprise when he showed up at my door decked out in a brand new suit. Dinner, a carriage ride, shakes and a movie were the plan. He handed me a brand new outfit he had bought for me and said to get dressed. The skirt was a size 4 (I’m a size 9), but luckily it was long enough to grin and bear at the waist without ruining his magical evening. He didn’t have a car, so we were going to walk. As soon as we stepped outside it poured buckets. He was incredibly angry, but I kept a positive attitude and said we could share an umbrella. We arrived at dinner soaked to the bone anyway, had to wolf it down to be in time for a carriage ride only to search for half an hour and find none. He had never actually checked for a schedule or location. The shake shop was closed.
Frustrated, we headed to the movies, where the indie theater was playing The Wind that Shakes the Barley, a movie about the ravages of war during anti-Brit rebellions in Ireland. Not a great date movie, but he knew I loved Cillian Murphy. Afterwards, he did nothing but rant angrily for the entire walk about how he didn’t understand the movie, the pointlessness of war or humanity’s sorry state. With my roommate mysteriously gone when we returned, I tried to calm him down with a makeout session to redeem the evening, but he was unable to get into it, raving for the next five hours about how upsetting the movie was and how sorry he was he had to sit through it. I later found out a friend of his had come while we were gone expressly to sexile my (very angry) roommate so we could have alone time afterwards, time which he spent on a political and philosophical tirade. What a waste of his own plans!
