Tonight I went over to a friend's house to watch the L Word on Showtime (cuz I don't have cable, and it's a good show for lesbians to bond with). I picked up some munchies, and made brownies after a busy day at work. Work...a couple lousy tippers, and one weird man with a weird child who makes me question whether this is a legitimate father/son relationship, or one more sinister. I'm tired. I'm freezing, freakin' cold! I'm bloated. I really don't want to go back into the arctic, but I told her I was coming over, and that I'd bring snacks.
I drove across town. Down Straight street (can you believe that one?) to hang with a gay girl with straight hair and maybe her girl, her bi-sis, maybe an ex-lover of mine, maybe not. Well, I get to the door and there is her son with a sitter playing video games. "She went to the movies" they said to me. "When'd she leave?" I asked. "Just a few minutes ago. Well, I text'd her to let her know I was on my way. But no courtesy text or call from her to cancel, or tell me to save a trip. bullshit
On the day of the inauguration another lesbian friend was supposed to come over to watch it with me. I even texted her a couple hours prior to confirm (cuz she has dissed me in the past), and she supposedly was on her way, just trying to get out of a parking lot. She no-showed.
Is this a lesbian thing? A woman thing? What???? Why can't someone simply say "I'm not gonna make it" or "I'm gonna cancel". I really don't give a shit. Really, I don't. But, it would be nice to have the luxury of making other plans if I wanted to. Paaleeeeeezze! It just drives me more into seclusion, because I feel like I really can't depend on anyone. Like why ask if someone wants to do something? Why accept their invitation, when these things repeatedly happen? It gets old...
...and so do I.
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