Woah Reggo, what has he done!
Where do I begin?
Well, when I got there, I texted him that I'd arrived and waited outside for five minutes in the freezing cold till he looked at his phone and dragged his ass upstairs. he lets me in, we go downstairs to his room (in his dad's basement, how original), I give him and his fucking cat (and you'll see why i call her this in a bit) their Christmas gifts and he seems unimpressed with his. I did an hour of internet research and asked Edge_Orchestra for help so I got the right guitar strings for his acoustic guitar that also happen to be the kind one of his idols, Jimmy Page, plays with. But whatever. He asks me where I want to go to dinner and after fifteen minutes of hemming and hawing and watching idiotic videos on YouTube, he decides on Chili's. I hate Chili's, but he didn't like any of my suggestions. To Chili's we go. Wait, he has to go take a hit of weed. Now, to Chili's we go. And we can hardly find anything to talk about. So he starts telling me about the other girls he's been hanging out with since I last saw him. Funny, that's what he calls what we do. Just 'hanging out'. So I start talking about how I want to get my Ph.D. in physics and move out of state to a good research university as a defense mechanism. I should've stabbed him with my steak knife. And then he starts complaining that he needs a job and that he has nothing to do. Well, how about you stop smoking weed for five minutes, put down the XBox controller, and get some fucking motivation. We go back to his place cause we've missed the start of one movie we wanted to see. And I play with his fucking cat while he plays acoustic guitar with his heavy metal albums. I told him he wasn't boring me, but it did get kind of tedious after the first twenty minutes. I have to remind him of the movie again (that I'm paying for with a gift card from doing something awesome at work), and he has to get high again. In the car. While we're driving to the theatre. I was secretly hoping he'd get pulled over. Just a little. We get the tickets to Youth In Revolt, which is a pretty good movie. Michael Cera is really funny. He doesn't seem to like it. We go back to his place again and watch the Family Guy spoof of Empire Strikes Back and I discover a drop of blood on my arm after his cat has been crawling all over me. Gross. The only other possibility, which is entirely more disgusting, is that it somehow came from Dave when he had coughed earlier. I scrubbed my arm like I was going into surgery and then told him I had to go. I went upstairs, let him kiss me, then practically ran to my car and burned rubber getting home.
So yeah. Kind of sick of him, really.