So, last night I left John at a club in town without a ride home because he wouldn't dance with me. At least, that's what he keeps telling people.
While it is true that I left and it is also likely true that he did not have any money on him, I did tell him I was going and I did offer him cab money four times if he wasn't going to come. However, he likes be the victim and says that I didn't do those things.
He also says he bends over backwards to make me happy. Whatever that means.
He got a ride with one of Gavin's friends and then spent the rest of the night coming in and yelling at me and then leaving. He apparently walked to his friend Jigger's where he was eventually asked to leave because other people wanted to sleep. He came back and yelled some more. I told him that I was done talking to him for the evening and that if he wanted to discuss the incident some more he would have to wait until morning. He told me to fuck off and continued to rant at me. Around seven in the morning he went to his parents house. He came back and ranted some more, this time adding that is parents were appalled and disappointed. I told him once again that if he wanted to discuss the incident, he would have to wait until we had both gotten some sleep.
I have a searing headache because instead of leaving when I wanted to leave we had another two drinks. And, I don't care if I'm being selfish or if I'm a bitch or if I'm two faced or evil. I offered him two ways home, he could have come home with me or he could have taken cab fare from me but, and I don't remember what he said but it must have been inappropriate since I left him at the club (with my jacket because he had to coat check numbers... by the way, he didn't get my jacket for me on his way out...he ended up with Gavin's jacket and he's done nothing but moan about that in between telling me I'm a fucking bitch and that he is a much better person than I am.) He went to the pub about an hour ago, but not before telling me to fuck off a few more times.
So, I don't know what I'm going to do now. I mean, I could just come home and move back in with my parents. I could keep trying to get a job. I don't really want this to be how my time in Wales ends. There is a studentship that I was thinking about applying for; its sociolinguistics and Welsh and would be about Urban learners and would be very interesting. I am a good fit for it and I would get to work with Nik Coupland which would be awesome.
I didn't leave because he wouldn't dance with me, although that certainly brought everything into focus for me. Everything is about him. He is always, "me, me, me" and, apparently, he didn't want to dance. its always, "can you lend me a tenner?" or, "we'll do this next Wednesday" and then Wednesday rolls around and I'm all excited about our plans and he says at the last minute, "I don't feel like it. We'll do it another time." Or, "Why don't you dress up for me" or "why haven't you joined a gym you said you were going to join a gym." or "why aren't you happy I just want you to be happy." or, my favorite, "what are we having for dinner?" followed immediately by, "I don't like that." when I make suggestions or a million other little things that he says out loud on top of the unspoken shit like, "can you make up the rent because I'm (still) unemployed and will be a bit short."
Want to make me happy? Dance with me for three minutes, that's all it would have taken. How is that so hard? Dance with me to a song that I haven't heard since last summer...and the last time I heard it friends of mine were playing it. Like that would have just ruined everything and his world would have come crashing down around him.