Me: I don’t think I’m going out after all.
CG: Alright, do you want to come over to my place and watch a movie instead?
Me: Would you hate me if I said I was exhausted?
CG: Welcome to the club. I won’t have time to hang out until sometime next week.
Me: (no answer)
CG: Alright then.
Me: Don’t be mad.
CG: I have had a rough day and you’re not making it any better.
Me: (again, no answer)
CG: Do you expect me to be happy about it? It’s been a fucked up day.
CG: (several hours later) I wasn’t trying to be mean I am just having a rough day and I was looking forward to hanging out with you. We will have to get together early next week. Ok?
Me: Maybe. I don’t know why you think acting childish would make me want to go hang out with you more. I’m honestly worn out and maybe my day wasn’t great either.
CG: I wasn’t acting childish.
Me: You basically said I was making your day worse. That doesn’t want make me want to drive 45 minutes — when I’m already tired — to come see you. I’m going to bed.
CG: Tonight no I wouldn’t expect you to. It probably wouldn’t be a good night to hang out anyway. Good night.
I ask you, about how many red flags could YOU count during this sorry excuse for a conversation? I counted about six.
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