This morning, Milo was in his room, and I was in the kitchen with my mom, who asked “So…what did you do last night?”
Well, because I’d told my dad when I was walking out the door (in the hopes that Milo might ask him where I was) that I was headed to UNF, and because Milo was well within hearing distance, I said, “Um…to UNF.”
My mom said, “To do what?”
I said, feeling that this would have been an awkward discussion even if I was telling the truth, as Milo was listening, “To…hang out with…Elliot.”
She said, “Oh, you finally caught up with him?”
“Erm…yeah,” I said.
“So…how was your date?” she pressed.
“Um…it was…good,” I said.
“What did you do?”
“We just…hung out…at UNF.”
“Did you go to see the movie?”
*cheesy grin* “Yeah, we did.”
“Did he pay?”
Just then, Milo came out of his room and said, “So, while I’m gone, does anybody want anything from…Disney World?”
He won’t be back until Tuesday. And I’m pretty sure he took his girlfriend with him. Nice. How nice.
And for some reason, I find myself really hoping he doesn’t mention to Jenna the fact that I had a “date”.
After he left, my mom said, “Did you want him to know you had a date?” and I said (I think honestly, but by that point I was so confused by all the lying that I’m not sure I knew the difference between fact and fiction), “I don’t really care.”
I think it was either bitterness, trying to accept the fact that he doesn’t care, either, or stubbornness, in a sort of, “Well, he won’t tell me he’s got a girlfriend, so why should I tell him I had a date?” way.
That’s so immature, Ginny! Sheesh.
I have to get ready for work now.