In a Mood

This past weekend (Saturday to be precise), I was in a mood. It wasn't your typical everyday adjective mood. Such words as tense, angry, argumentative, aggressive and crabby come to mind, but they fail to suffice the extent of my mood. Therefore I simply say "a mood". Now you have an idea of what I am talking about.

The day started normal enough. I slept in a bit, then proceeded to do some dishes and clean up the apartment a little. It was the normal Saturday morning routine. Then I prepared to make my way to over to mi amante's abode.

The entire drive over I was stuck behind drivers who were going at least 5 mph under the speed limit. So i would get into another lane, only to get stuck there as well. For 35 minutes I was literally stuck behind drivers who were not driving the speed limit. I only reached the speed limit one time for about 25 seconds, and that was towards the end of my drive. I arrived and then we proceeded to head back out for a wedding we were attending.

It was a nice wedding. Afterwards we had about an hour to kill before heading over to the reception. We went to Sonic to grab a Cherry Limeade. Mi amanta also wanted something to nibble on. She wanted either fries or onion rings and I didn't want anything. So I wanted her to choose what she wanted so we could order. After about two minutes of back and forth banter I found myself saying "Your going to make me crazy today."

Bad move. I knew it the instant the words slipped through my lips. There's nothing you can do at that point but admit to being the ignorant, selfish, rude idiot that you are. So I did exactly that. Within seconds the tears stared rolling down her cheaks and she tried not to look at me. If ever there is a time to want to rewind and change what has been done, it was exactly at this point.

Here's the woman I love crying because I was uspet that she wouldn't choose what to order. And it's not like we had anywhere to go or anythign that needed our prompt attention. I was just in a hurry all over. I don't know if it was due to all of the slow drivers adding to my frustration level or not, but I was completely on edge.

Now, I am not offering this as an excuse, but I think it may have been an instigator in this particular situation. Or it may just have been a little of this left over.

All that being said, I know that at the core of all of this is the fact that I am a male. Males are stupid. And when you add women to the mix, we are just plain idiots. Sprinkle in a little road rage, and perhaps some hormonal inbalance and you have all the necessary ingredients for an impending disaster.

Fortunately, mi amante is quick to forgive and is very understanding.
Take heed boys: When a girl doesn't care what she wants, just pick one and order it. Or cover all your bases and order one of each.

Either way, it's easier to swallow your pride with a Route44 cherry limeade.