Fights About Boredom

The sheer amount of exhaust that I am experiencing is tiring to me. This past weekend was quite fun for *Scott and I. We hung out with one of his friends. I will call him *White boy, he is actually Nigerian though. He came over to *Scott’s apartment to hang out before he was going to meet up with a girl he is quite fond of. He invited us on this outing to figure out if the girl like him. I was excited to go out for a change so *Scott okayed it and we were on out way. Well, I had to go buy a nicer shirt first. I wanted to look cute. This led to *White boy having to go meet the girl. So *Scott decided to go grab something to eat before me met them at a hipster lounge call Von. I reluctantly allowed him to take me to Oh Taisho!, which is a Japanese place. I used to be so in love with coming here but I am just over it for some reason. We stuffed our face rather quickly and headed to meet *White boy but by then he has decided to get something to eat too. The dummies. We could have eaten together. *Scott and I decided to wait around for them so we went inside Von, which was dead as a doorknob and then to a coffee shop where I got a drink and muffin. Finally when we all made it back to Von I was ready to party. *White boy and I tried to make it fun while the music was pretty awful. After about an hour of trying to get *Scott to enjoy himself I became pissed at the fact that he just seemed bored. I guess I had the “mean black girl face” on because a white guy who had been staring at my breasts the entire time brushed by me and whispered, “you are the hottest girl in here, you should smile.” I did for a couple of seconds but I couldn’t help but get more pissed that *Scott was just sitting down looking into empty space. He finally asked me if I was ready to go and I said yes. Once outside he asked me why I was upset and started a mini argument. I told him I was mad because he was so boring. Maybe the wrong words to use but I meant it. For about 5 minutes we went back and forth until I did not reply or say anything. We were almost at his place when I stopped him in his tracks and hugged him. He thinks that I am getting bored of him in our relationship. I had to let him know that I’m not bored. I’m afraid that he his. *Scott held my hand and let me know that he is happy having lazy weekends in bed instead of partying every night like we used to. That made me incredibly happy. He makes me happy.