My flight for TOMORROW’S weekend date with Dr. Froggy has been cancelled today. Why? Because two rain drops were spotted outside the control tower at LGA. I find this, like the way the City cannot figure out now to plow the streets, very annoying. The blade faces away from the street.
Sigh. Now I have the extreme pleasure of trying to track Dr. Froggy down during the work day. Of course I go into voicemail and leave a message and wait. I am still going – it may now be 36 hours later. I begin tossing some clothes into my rolling bag, including my black Loft dress, the one I know Dr. Froggy likes. There is a small part of me that would like to attend my volunteer meeting tomorrow and then fly off to see the McMansion and meet the McParents.
When the phone rings I answer, knowing it’s him. He has a whole program for the weekend, which is quite nice, a man who plans! “Hey,” I answer. “Why is the flight cancelled?” he asks, slightly irritated. “I don’t know…” I mutter. “This is why I don’t like New York. That and for $1 million I can have a huge house here or a shitty apartment there.” Well, then. I ignore his comment. I am sure he has real problems like patients with ailments so he doesn’t have time to deal with the woes of the weather and airlines. Sidebar: for a $1 million he can have more than "a shitty apartment" in New York. I'll just give him his moment to be cranky.
“I was thinking about coming the following morning,” I say. “No,” he says quickly. “We have to leave for the conference, and it is a drive to the resort.” Ugh, really? Instead I change mental gears and cheerily reply, “Okay.” I have been single for a long time and must realize the value in compromising. It is okay if I miss one volunteer meeting. The world won’t end; there are other mighty women in my organization to forward the mission. I must focus on this very important meet the desi parents weekend.
“Oh and one last thing…don’t tell my boss you’re a Democrat,” Dr. Froggy instructs. “Excuse me?” I ask. “Well I don’t care, well not really, but my boss is the head partner of the practice and a DIE-HARD Republican. I don’t want him knowing you swing the other way.” Clearly Dr. Froggy has NOT been listening to me, because I’m not a “Democrat” either. I’m a social liberal, but a fiscal conservative. At this rate, when the choices are socialist liberals or religious conservatives, I may just stop voting all together.
“Well, if no one talks politics all weekend, then he wouldn’t find out I guess,” I reply and am met with Dr. Froggy silence. Whatever. Compromise is one thing. Lying to be someone I am not? Not going to happen. Not even to get married.