Feb 17, 2010 03:32
I'll eventually put something like this on "To Whom it may concern" but I just need to say something now.
As many should know I go to play Street Fighter 4 with a bunch of geeks on Monday nights. One of those being my ex from high school who seems to want to drive me insane for whatever reason. I've also gotten into the habit of baking cookies for these hooligans which has led to more than one "I'll have your cookie" joke from the ex. *insert a kulit rolling eye smile here*
So Monday night we were 10 minutes late leaving. The ex drives me home because I'm on the way. Yes, I'm still getting in that damn car. He's very particular about leaving 1030 because his drive home is between 30-40 minutes with drop offs and that he lives in Dartmouth which is across the harbour bridge. There's 2 other guys in the car. I'm sitting in the back right of the car. I have the backpack with my xbox (I bring mine for back-up) wedged between my knees and the seat in front of me and my arcade stick (in box) and my cookie container on the seat between me and another person. I'm trying to get my seatbelt fastened when my car door opens.
Turns out we're also taking the ex's brother's (the guy who owns the store we play at) dog (the simply adorable Dante, a Pembroke Welsh Corgi) home because the brother wants to go out to a pub with some friends. Dante is a full-grown Corgi so he's like 30 pounds around 3 feet long (I'm not sure really because all the websites only give heights. Corgis are like daschunds on steroids). So he opens the door and leads Dante to sit on my lap. Which I enjoyed because Dante is the sweetest ever but I'm the first drop off and I have 3 times as much crap to get out of the car with compared to Dave sitting next to me (who is a good guy if not slightly, comatose let's say) who is also the last person to get dropped off.
So I'm sitting there in the already cramped backseat with a 30 pound furball on my lap. So, we get to my building first and I'm trying to push Dante The Monorail Dog off of me to either the Ex or the dude sitting next to me or trying to get one of them to take the leash to encourage the dog to get off.
The Ex says, "Just open the door and start getting out and Dante will move."
Which is what I try to do but there was no place for him to go voluntarily because he was blocked in (for a Corgi) and rather comfortable I have to say. Dante is not moving and he's looking at me with an "I'm comfy! How dare you!" look. So then I start to push him to get him off while trying to grab my stuff to get out.
Then the Ex says, "Just grow a pair and get out!"
Oh really now?
I've never had a pet, and for most of my life was petrified of dogs no matter how nice or whatever breed they were, so Dante is pretty the first dog I've had prolonged exposure towards. Also, I have a tendency to treat people's pets like their kids essentially. That being, I'm not going to do anything that may incur injury to them or the animal being nervous around me. I was not going to get out of the car and have something happen to him. I would just be devastated if that happened.
So Dave grabs my arcade stick and my cookie box and gets out his side. I push Dante over to Dave's seat and get out grabbing my backpack. Dave hands me my stuff. I say thanks and see ya next week.
I told this to a friend at work today and he said, "Oooooh, that sounds like love." Oh fuck that noise. The Ex has already shown some possessiveness about me in regards to other guys there with girlfriends flirting with me when he who also has a girlfriend and has flirted with me too. Pot meet kettle much. I'm trying to get away from a possessive boyfriend. I don't need another guy like that in my life.
After I fumed for a bit I sent an email to the ex saying "I'm going assume you were cranky for leaving late or not going to be able to fully participate in the tournament this weekend. I can't help it that I gave a damn about Dante's well being with me getting out of the car. Why the hell you put him on my lap since I was going to be the first one out I don't know. I've never really been around pets and dogs in particular and Dante's the first dog I've really gave a shit about so I'm sorry for being concerned."
He didn't answer back and probably won't. And while I know I said it before that I wouldn't be getting in the car again (because it would be rewarding bad behaviour), I really could(n't ?) give a shit right now.