Midnight Marauders- pt 3
Posted by raaachem on November 19th, 2009
“Hi Babe.”
Funny…that sounded like my boyfriend on a normal day.
“Babe?” he says it again as he walks towards the door and I jump as I brace myself for the wrath of a good man scorn. But it never comes. Instead I get a smile, a kiss on the forehead, and a question.
“How come you didn’t call me to tell me you weren’t coming home? I was making you breakfast.”
What the fuck kind of twilight zone did I walk into? ”Ummmmmmmmmm,” is the only thing I can come up with as I try and wrap my head around what’s going on — or what’s not going on right now.
As he’s passing me my pancakes he says, “I’m assuming you knocked out on Elle’s couch? I’m glad you gals didn’t drink and drive but just call me n tell me to expect u in the morning next time k?”
Thats it? Thats the only thing he has to say to me? No yelling? No screaming, no telling me I can’t go out, no slap in the face, not even a slap on the wrist! NOTHING.
I breathe a sigh of relief but just as easy, I get upset. He’s supposed to be mad! He’s supposed to be yelling at me, I’m supposed to be in trouble! He’s supposed to question my whereabouts and double check my alibi and be jealous or mad or something! But instead, I get a whole lotta nothing. and breakfast.
I sound like a lunatic. Most girls would kill for my dude. He’s understanding, trusting, provides for me. I ask myself where the emotion is? Where’s the jealousy and the rage and most importantly the passion?! But I know the answer… like I said, he just doesn’t care.
So whatever then, if he doesnt care… then I won’t either. The boyfriend leaves for work and I proceed to rot on the couch and nurse this monster of a hangover. And then I hear it.
*ping*
“Hey bitch, put ur dancing shoes on, I’m picking u up at 10!” Fuck. I am nowhere near being in the mood to be social but I know The Smirker will be there tonight. So maybe I should go and sort this whole shit out. The last few weeks have been spent casually flirting with him, but its different now. Last night the line was crossed, and it changes everything. Or does it? I don’t know what to do or where to go from here, but I do know I kind of like it.
Later, as I put on my lipstick and my little black dress I sing along with P!NK. I gotta brand new attitude and I’m gonna wear it tonight. Damn straight I do. I leave a note for the uncaring boyfriend and I’m off knowing that I’m gonna do whatever the fuck I feel like doing. And as the dancing butterflies make their way back into my stomach, I smirk. Cuz I gotta feelin, that tonight’s gonna be a good good night.
November 19th, 2009 at 10:42 am
this one reminded me of some personal past shit that led me to the man i have now LOL. cant wait to read what happens next up in the cluuuuub
November 19th, 2009 at 11:24 am
He doesn’t care cuz he’s cheating! “When you’re out in the club, don’t think I’m not….” LOL! Can’t wait for the next installment!
November 19th, 2009 at 12:14 pm
OH MY OH MY OH MY <3333333 I WANT MOREEE!
November 19th, 2009 at 12:33 pm
your amazing! but a weekly wait is re-diculous!
November 19th, 2009 at 8:33 pm
^ What she said. I hella thought you’d post again today but I remember that it was every Thursday midnight, and forgot that this was just last night, lol!
November 19th, 2009 at 10:06 pm
He couldn’t be cheating.
November 21st, 2009 at 11:19 am
I know how you feel when my ex-boyfriend did this I thought the spark was completely done & over with. Like I wanted to do something for him to show the least of jealousy. Alas we didn’t make it together for other reason nothing with this. But usually its cause he really trusts you maybe a bit too much that he has nothing to worry about. Remind him a couple times that a good looking man could snatch you at any time & you might consider. Then your bf could fight for you.
hope this helps
December 1st, 2009 at 8:11 pm
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