Guilt Trip

I feel bad. Actually, bad is an understatement. I feel terrible. It's a little after 2 AM and I'm posting this blog because my girlfriend is on her way home and I never fall asleep until I know she's safely made it home.

Anyways, earlier in the day (Thursday) I had talked to Whitney and she said she might come by my house tonight which was totally unexpected because we had no plans of seeing each other. Well, she gets off work and goes out with a friend for dinner and all that jazz and then gives me a call around 7:30 PM. She told me she was probably just going to stay home and not make it out to my place (she lives a little over an hour away). She was tired and I could tell. But that did not stop me from being a little bummed that she wasn't going to make it. Okay, I was a lot bummed. She could tell by the tone of my voice that I was upset and everything. I told her I would give her a call after a little while because I wasn't really in the talking mood at the time. We hang up.

I layed on my bed and started watching basketball with my phone right by my side. About ten minutes had passed since we stopped talking on the phone. I decided to check my phone for the time. I had four text messages. Three were from her. One said something along the lines of "Sorry I'm not coming out to see you tonight, I feel bad and love you." It was much longer than that but that was what it mainly said. The next one said "I really really am sorry." And the last one said "I'll c u in a bit." I received all of those within the ten minutes I had not checked my phone.

I called her two times and left voice mails telling her it's okay that I would see her this weekend and to not sweat it. I even left a few texts saying the same thing. I could not get a hold of her. Next thing I know it's 10 PM and she gets to my house. I felt terrible that she came all the way out to my house just because I was being whiny and pouty that she wasn't going to come over.

Anyways, I'm really glad she did come over but I felt really bad because she lives over an hour away and for whatever reason she could only stay over until 2 AM and then had to go back home. Boy, it sure will be nice when work picks up again so I can save up money and move out to Vancouver (will be about 20 minutes closer to Whitney).

Well, I'm pretty stoked about Saturday. Her birthday is Sunday but I get her to myself on Saturday as you should know from my last post. I'm going shopping for her tomorrow (or today technically) and I'm still not quite sure on what to get her. I have an idea but I'm not sure. I hope everything turns out okay! I will post again soon.