I was thinking today (now that I am a bit more stable and not at the same risk of balcony-jumping I was a few weeks back).. how can I give up T? We have conversations like this, which I’ve wanted to have with a boy since I was about 9
(He had sent me a link to a shoe shore that had opened near his own store):
Translation: I want to buy all of that store’s shoes. Then I’ll be the cutest girl in the world.
T: But you’re already the cutest girl in the world ♡
I mean.. c’mon. I led the witness. But because I’ve never had a boy say something like that to me in my entire life, I wasn’t prompting (really!) and I was genuinely all “oh shucks, me?” when I read that.
Also, I think I have a separate personality in Japanese…. I don’t say shit like that in English. English-Liz is far more jaded, sarcastic, and wary. Maybe it’s a facet of the language? Interesting…
So just when I was thinking “He’s such a sweetheart”, he f*ked me off royally. We met up at Shinjuku San-chome station, and neither of us could decide what to do about dinner, as it was nearly 10pm and we were both exhausted/hungry. “Indian food?” he suggested. I agreed instantly because, dude, Indian food.
He ordered the most expensive set on the menu. We went to pay and it came to around 3000 yen.
T: I only have 1000 yen on me, so here.
Me: ?! (Thinking “We could have gone somewhere cheaper/you could have ordered less etc.”)
I was pissed because this was after Pizza Saturday. I should just paste in screen caps of the Japanese Line conversation the way C did in this entry, but I’ll paraphrase instead.
T: What do you want to do about dinner?
Me: I was going to check and see if there’s a good pizza coupon tonight.
Me: There is! 1100 yen off! Plus I have a 210 yen credit. So a large comes to….. only 2500 yen! What do you think? Should we order it?
T: Yes, we should order it then!
Me: What toppings do you want on your half?
T: You can pick!
Me: Let me know if you wanna fork it over for that chicken appetizer with fries thing you like (the Wafu Chicken Combo… bastard wafu chicken combo)
T: I love that combo
Me: I know. So should I order this? Let me know. I’m really really hungry as I skipped lunch. Is this okay?
So I ordered and then the next exchange was:
Me: Pizza’s here. When do you think you’ll get to the apartment?
T: Soon, but I don’t know what to eat.
Me: ….. ???? You could eat…. pizza? Or… the chicken combo?
T: Really? Oh thank you so much!
Me: ….. ?????
(We’d ordered pizza 1000x before, and had the same conversation before, and always split the bill…. so I was thinking “okay, this is weird, but of course if he eats more than half he’ll give me half of the money…”)
Nope. Not a dime.
So tonight at the Indian restaurant I was -pissed-
We then went to a kombini (convenience store). I bought a banana and some bran-biscuit crap/non-food item for breakfast tomorrow. Just as I was paying, he said to the cashier: “Oh and Marlboro Menthol Lights.”
I whipped around like he’d grabbed my ass. My look must have been one of fire and brimstone as he said quickly “I’ll pay you back tomorrow.”
First he has me pay for his meat, and then his cigarettes? Two things that in conversation I’ve told him I am unwilling to use my money for? To contextualize, he knows that my financial situation is really dire right now. Yeah, I’m ordering food and not cooking… I’ve been doing
research in the evenings and not getting back until late so it’s just wound up that way. Ok, ok, I still hate cooking too. That’s a part of it.
Bastard had better pay me back…. I can’t be the cutest girl on the planet if he keeps sponging my shoe money off of me (kidding! too broke for shoes). And I don’t forget money issues between me and other people, which is why borrowing money genuinely upsets me.