The tales of a 30 something gay stand-up comic living in NYC who is searching for his soul mate or soul...which ever comes first.

Tuesday, September 02, 2003

Broken Promises

Jeff has crossed the line. After last month, I made him promise me that he would never take me on one of his dates again, and today he broke that promise.

I got an email this morning from Jeff asking if I wanted to go to Union Station for dinner and to watch a couple of television shows. I agree to go and show up at the meeting time, an hour before the show starts. He isn't there yet, so I order a dinner. He shows up five mintes before the show starts (55 minutes late), sits down, and the first thing out of his mouth is "I hope you don't mind, but Todd is coming".

I'm livid. I am going on one of his dates again. Before I can get the waiter to stop and actually bring my check, Todd shows up. Now I have to admit...you can tell that they both have it bad for each other, and I will say I would have probably been a lot nicer had I known up front what was going on, but I was absolutely blind sided.

I end up shutting down, and not talking to either them. When the waiter finally brought my check (and put Jeff's beer on my bill) I just paid and said I was ready to go and walked out the door.

So I'm trying to figure out if he purposely wanted to hurt me, or if he was just being his regular selfish self. He's broken my trust in him, and I don't know if I ever can trust him again.


 
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