Tons of people have flaked on me and people will continue but that does not justify that I owe one back to the world. I just flaked on a plan 7 hours before it’s supposed to happen and he’s my newest friend and now I feel like a fucking ass. My own girlfriend for a hundred years cannot understand that little crap like that bugs me. I’ll gladly flake on somebody who means nothing to me just to make his or her life a tad bit more miserable and uncomfortable, but not to The Rob or any of my friends. Good Friday or not, shoulda told showed as much passion of resenting the idea a few days ago as you did a few minutes ago.
Women are masterminds. They play this psychological game with you. All Kate had to do kill my excitement to get me to cowardly text message Rob at 3am to tell him that the plan is off. Hopefully he reads this blog and continues to think I am a saint. I coulda lied and told him I hurt myself and had to get emergency surgery or some creative story to soften the blow but no… I told the truth. Damn me.