A Couple Hours Later…

Was I proud of everything I did today? Absolutely not! Was I proud that I had completely forgotten where I put my clothes, so when I became my male self again I had to hide and walk around the halls naked? Also no! But, both of those things were true, and as soon as I found my clothes I also found my phone, with a text from a blocked number.

“Thank you for joining our cause. You will be hearing from us soon. -MM”

Michael… how the fuck did he get my number? Still, with how much I had gone through today I think that is the least impressive thing that has happened all day. I continued to scroll through my phone as I walked through the halls and to the elevator, and I think what I saw next made my heart sink even more.

“Hey baby~! Ready for our date night?”

A text from Autumn… sent about four hours ago. She knew I was coming here, but neither of us knew how long it was gonna be. I had totally forgotten about our reservations! My mind was… elsewhere.

“Uuuuuh… honey? You coming?”

Another text about an hour later… and 30 minutes before our reservations. At this point I had about three missed calls as well. She was always persistent… and she was gonna be totally pissed!

“Well… I’ll see you at dinner! Hope everything is going okay! Kisses!”

After that the texts only became more and more passive aggressive…

“I got us a table, when you’re ready! I’m in the back right.”

“The food here looks REALLY tasty!”

“I think I’m gonna get the red wine… maybe a BOTTLE!”

“You know our waiter is SUPER cute! I think he’s hitting on me?”

And finally…

“Fuck you.”

Plain, simple, and get to the point. One of the reasons why I love her! She tells me what she wants… and she tells me when she’s mad. And right now? She is very mad. The messages were sent hours apart from each other, mixed with missed calls over and over. I fucked up, and I fucked up big!

As soon as the uber came I changed my destination from my house to the nearest flower and grocery store to get the best wine, and roses, I could possibly find.