Dick Move on a Moron Friend
I was planning to live next year with my friend - oh, let's just call her Moron. I started sending her links to some housing listings a few weeks ago, and when I was in the area last weekend, I made appointments to see some places. Naturally I asked her to come too, but she couldn't because she had plans with her boyfriend. So I did the scoping by myself; obviously I expected that she'd be taking over most of the legwork after I was gone. After all, she lives right there, and I live hundreds of miles away. Predictably, she hasn't contributed at all to the housing search since. I forced her to go to one open house, because that had a hard schedule (that I found out about, no thanks to her), but that aside she's been doing nothing but naysaying. "I don't like that location, that building is too old, I don't want a washer/dryer hookup (WTF???)" blah blah blah.
By the way, why do boyfriends suck so hard? It seems like all these bimbos go down the way of the shit creek once they acquire one.
Which brings me to the subject of Moron's super-moronic move. A week before I made my trip I said, let's get together. She suggested Saturday - not because she was busy, and Saturday night accomodated her best, but because her BOYFRIEND WAS HAVING HIS POKER NIGHT ON SATURDAY AND SHE HAD NOTHING ELSE TO DO. Yeah I Can Ride a Horse and I had tentatively planned on being in Santa Cruz that day, because we thought the beach would be less crowded then than on the 4th of July, but I knew that Moron gets really particular and stressed about this kind of thing, so I asked him to move our beach trip to Friday instead. And that's what we did on Friday. Later that night I emailed Moron: "I'll be in the city for most of the day tomorrow, so let's plan for dinner at 7-ish at this restaurant. Call or text if you're coming so I can make reservations."
AT SEVEN O'CLOCK I get a text. I erased it (unfortunately) because it pissed me off, but roughly it said: "Not in the city today. Sorry!"
OH I'M SORRY I DIDN'T REALIZE, WHEN I MADE A 500 MILE TRIP, THAT YOU WOULD HAVE HAD TO HAVE BEEN IN THE CITY FOR SOME OTHER REASON TO SEE ME. And for a dinner that was already planned!
Dick move...and today, repaid in kind. I was mulling over this bit of stupidity earlier this week, and started looking into places where I could live by myself next year. The good news is, I found this sweet little studio for about as much as I would have been paying to split a 1-bedroom, because Moron was being really unreasonable about her apartment picks and was only interested in the ridiculous nice ones. Oh, did I mention that she's the one in extreme debt, so much so that I probably would have had to cover the deposit alone (she gave me some sob story about how she still hasn't gotten her deposit back from her last roommate, and she might have to pay rent on 2 places for a few days' overlap, and she has massive credit card debt)? So why the fuck is she looking for some downtown loft nonsense?
Anyways, I just sent her an email tonight informing her that I'm bailing. I wonder if I'll ever talk to her again. I don't mind being friends still - I mean, as long as she cuts this kind of crap; she's coming close to that "I'm done with you" point, because like Butterfly, her cons are really starting to upstage all (any?) pros - but Moron definitely as a way of holding grudges. I used to think that was the reason why she has no friends anymore, but now I'm starting to think it's not that so much as this kind of bullshit she pulls.
By the way, why do boyfriends suck so hard? It seems like all these bimbos go down the way of the shit creek once they acquire one.
Which brings me to the subject of Moron's super-moronic move. A week before I made my trip I said, let's get together. She suggested Saturday - not because she was busy, and Saturday night accomodated her best, but because her BOYFRIEND WAS HAVING HIS POKER NIGHT ON SATURDAY AND SHE HAD NOTHING ELSE TO DO. Yeah I Can Ride a Horse and I had tentatively planned on being in Santa Cruz that day, because we thought the beach would be less crowded then than on the 4th of July, but I knew that Moron gets really particular and stressed about this kind of thing, so I asked him to move our beach trip to Friday instead. And that's what we did on Friday. Later that night I emailed Moron: "I'll be in the city for most of the day tomorrow, so let's plan for dinner at 7-ish at this restaurant. Call or text if you're coming so I can make reservations."
AT SEVEN O'CLOCK I get a text. I erased it (unfortunately) because it pissed me off, but roughly it said: "Not in the city today. Sorry!"
OH I'M SORRY I DIDN'T REALIZE, WHEN I MADE A 500 MILE TRIP, THAT YOU WOULD HAVE HAD TO HAVE BEEN IN THE CITY FOR SOME OTHER REASON TO SEE ME. And for a dinner that was already planned!
Dick move...and today, repaid in kind. I was mulling over this bit of stupidity earlier this week, and started looking into places where I could live by myself next year. The good news is, I found this sweet little studio for about as much as I would have been paying to split a 1-bedroom, because Moron was being really unreasonable about her apartment picks and was only interested in the ridiculous nice ones. Oh, did I mention that she's the one in extreme debt, so much so that I probably would have had to cover the deposit alone (she gave me some sob story about how she still hasn't gotten her deposit back from her last roommate, and she might have to pay rent on 2 places for a few days' overlap, and she has massive credit card debt)? So why the fuck is she looking for some downtown loft nonsense?
Anyways, I just sent her an email tonight informing her that I'm bailing. I wonder if I'll ever talk to her again. I don't mind being friends still - I mean, as long as she cuts this kind of crap; she's coming close to that "I'm done with you" point, because like Butterfly, her cons are really starting to upstage all (any?) pros - but Moron definitely as a way of holding grudges. I used to think that was the reason why she has no friends anymore, but now I'm starting to think it's not that so much as this kind of bullshit she pulls.
posted by Rex at 1:14 AM
2 Comments:
damn, that sucks. Housing search sucks enough when it's just one person, but with a picky roommate that must blow. I had a friend look for us when we moved back to LA, and I was like, whatever, go look, and I'm sure it will be fine. It was fine. But damn, she has some unrealistic preferences for a person in debt. Besides living alone, even if it's a small place, is a nice way to preserve your sanity. Especially when there are last minute cancellations of dinner plans by flaky people.
I was hoping she would take care of everything too. I mean, it would certainly make sense. All I said was: (1) close to campus and (2) cheap, and I could have been flexible on everything else. So even if it was too logical for the person living there to pick a place, you'd think the pickier party at least would want to take the lead. Sheesh. With friends like these, who needs enemies...
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