“Hey, so I have the opportunity to get tickets to the game tomorrow. If I get them, do you want to go?”
He read the text, and thought to himself, “Well, this could go one of two ways, we go and we get blown out, or we go and we win a close one…”
Picking up his phone, he answered, “how much?”
“$50 a piece.”
This was too a deal to pass up. It was a rivalry game, and it was at night. Only down side is, it’s supposed to rain, and be unreasonably cold. It felt like it wasn’t so much his decision, but hers. He’s played/sat through plenty of games, in much worse conditions.
His phone lit up again, “do you want to go?”
“Do you want to go, is the better question.” he typed back.
“I do, but it’s gonna rain and be cold. And I’m not so sure I’ll be down for that.”
“I get it, we don’t have to go. Would it be cool? Absolutely, but I won’t be heartbroken if we don’t.”
He thought that they had settled it, and left it alone. He sat back down on the couch and starting checking Twitter and Instagram. Nothing big was happening so he switched to playing a game. As he was in the midst of dominating someone in pocket pool, his phone rang.
“So do you want to go or not?” the voice on the other end asked.
“I told you! Yes, I would like to go, but if we don’t go, we don’t go.”
“UGH… Why does it have to rain!?!?”
He stood there waiting for her to decide what it was that they were going to do. Finally, she broke the silence and said she would have an answer within the hour.
Not exactly the answer he was looking for.
Sitting back on the couch, he turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, it was midday on a Friday, so clearly nothing good was on. He switched over to Netflix and started watching some random show for background noise.
While scrolling through Twitter, again, a text came through that said, “I turned them down.”