bad girlfriend. bad, bad girlfriend.
May. 29th, 2003 11:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7i'm being a bad girlfriend today. i tried to be good, really.
it all started with the fact that it was sunny this morning, so i decided to walk to work instead of having dave drive me. Sure. Fine. Means Dave gets an extra 15 minutes of sleep.
So I got ready to go. I was running a little late, and remembered that I hadn't eaten my lunch yesterday. Dave, sweetie, I asked, could you pack your own lunch? He grumbled a bit but did it. I'm not making him drive me, so I can be mean, right?
So I helped him a bit with his lunch, since I reorganized the fridge and he couldn't find anything, and then went off on my merry way.
Having stolen his wallet.
Let me explain-- he picked me up after work and his wallet was on the seat, so I picked it up and held it. When we got home, my uncle was waiting on the sidewalk, so I dashed out of the car, still holding his wallet. I put it into my bag so I wouldn't drop it as I dashed around collecting Dave, collecting Uncle Pete and all his stuff, finding my keys, getting the mail, etc. And then I forgot about it.
So here I am, having cost Dave more time than I saved him, and him having to borrow money so he can get home again. Oh dear.
I'm a bad girlfriend. :-/
it all started with the fact that it was sunny this morning, so i decided to walk to work instead of having dave drive me. Sure. Fine. Means Dave gets an extra 15 minutes of sleep.
So I got ready to go. I was running a little late, and remembered that I hadn't eaten my lunch yesterday. Dave, sweetie, I asked, could you pack your own lunch? He grumbled a bit but did it. I'm not making him drive me, so I can be mean, right?
So I helped him a bit with his lunch, since I reorganized the fridge and he couldn't find anything, and then went off on my merry way.
Having stolen his wallet.
Let me explain-- he picked me up after work and his wallet was on the seat, so I picked it up and held it. When we got home, my uncle was waiting on the sidewalk, so I dashed out of the car, still holding his wallet. I put it into my bag so I wouldn't drop it as I dashed around collecting Dave, collecting Uncle Pete and all his stuff, finding my keys, getting the mail, etc. And then I forgot about it.
So here I am, having cost Dave more time than I saved him, and him having to borrow money so he can get home again. Oh dear.
I'm a bad girlfriend. :-/
this is from kat
Date: 2003-05-29 12:18 pm (UTC)...yet.
There's like $175 in there! He wouldn't mind buying me just one little necklace, right? (A co-worker makes jewelry and is selling it at work today, and there's no money in my wallet.) He's never bought me jewelry. Or flowers... or candy...
No, you're right, I'm not going to spend his money or withhold his wallet. I know which side my bread is buttered on; I'd get way more for just giving his damn wallet back than I would if I stole it or its contents.
So, no, I'm not really that bad a girlfriend.
I wish I earned more money so I could spend more on him, though. I feel uncomfortably like a gold-digger, letting him drive me around everywhere in the car he's going broke making payments on. And I owe him rent at the moment. :-(
If I had more dough I'd buy him something really nice, but I don't. Not enough to afford the stuff he wants, which is all awfully expensive.
So, for the moment, all I can do is give him back his wallet.