angry kelly

So my new bff in Rouen is a guy from India. We’ll call him PT (perpetual talker). He is mainly my new bff because he possesses a very important quality that nobody else around me possesses. He consumes alcohol (What do you get when you cross a Hindu Brahman Priest, a devote Christian, and an extremely religious Muslim? I don’t know but whatever it is you get, it’s sober).

Being the judger that I am I have already assessed PT for what he is. A high energy alpha male with a borderline obnoxious personality and big heart. Also extremely self-centered.

How do I know this? Through observation and experience. The way that PT operates is not only does he think the world revolves around him, he demands it to. Case in point:

PT: Let’s meet tomorrow at 10am.
Me: No. That’s too early for you. Let’s do later.
PT: No. 10. I’ll be there.
Me: No. You’ll be tired from work and you’ll sleep late because you’ll be up all night drinking or something. Let’s do later.
PT: Kelly, believe me I’ll be there at 10.
Me: Are you sure?
PT: Yes.
Me: [with reluctance] Ok.

Time Kelly arrives 10.
Time PT arrives: 10:30.

One of my pet peeves is waiting for people. It annoys me and I don’t like it and I make sure those around me know this. The occasional tardiness of 5-10 minutes is ok but 30 minutes I feel is a bit much. So I look at PT like, what the hell you said 10.

His excuse? Kelly, I could hardly get up this morning I am so tired from last night. I slept at 4 because they made me drink and I had a really tiring day at work.

Sound familiar? Right.

Lesson Kelly learned: Something stated isn’t true until PT says it.

But he charms his way out of it and it’s the first offense so I let it go and we go and hang out.

Afterwards he tells to me that tomorrow he will come by my apartment at 2. I said fine and that I’ll be there.

He calls me at noon: Sorry Kelly I have to do something for a friend I’ll come by at 8pm. I tell him that’s fine.

So I make sure I’m in my apartment by 8pm because it would be really dick of me to say I’ll be somewhere and then not be there.

This time he’s not late. That’s because he doesn’t show up at all.

Lesson Kelly learned: PT values his time but not the time of others.

The next day he tells me he’s sorry but his friend broke up with his girlfriend and wanted to hang out at the beach because of the beautiful weather that day and they got back really late.

Understandable yes? Do I care at this point? Not really. It’s clear to me that this guy is self centered and all the good intentions in the world isn’t going to change that.

I did, however, lend him my jacket and now I needed it back. So I ask him to bring it to class next time. He tells me to meet him the next day at 2pm. I tell him, flat out, hells to the no.

He looks at me like, why not? So I tell him why not that he doesn’t keep his appointments and I’m tired of waiting for him.

He assures me that he will be there at 2 and requests that I call him when I leave my apartment. I still tell him no. He’s persistent until finally I agree.

I am running a bit late that day and arrive at 2:15. He arrives at 2:35. Not only that but I don’t see my jacket on his possession. So basically I am waiting around for him, AGAIN, for nothing. I am pissed.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me thrice and you better the f duck or something.

Yes I am pissed. I can feel the anger boiling in the pit of my stomach and coming hot out of my face. The feeling is familiar, it’s called my temper which is kind of nasty. I keep quiet because that’s the only way I know how to suppress it.

So I manage to calmly ask for my jacket and he says it’s in his apartment and we can go get it now but can we please have lunch first because he is hungry.

I get even more pissed because I had specifically told him I was going to eat lunch at home to save money and his plan is to eat after we meet and make me wait. Again. His schedule and nobody elses'.

So we’re walking and he’s talking asking me what’s wrong and why aren’t I talking and I just keep quiet because I need to hold it together at least until I can get my jacket.

And then he says something really really stupid. He says: I don’t understand a girl’s mind.

Oh no he didn’t.

Really PT? You want to know a girl’s mind? Well let me tell let you into this girl’s mind.

I completely rip into him. In the middle of the street. People are staring at us but I don’t care because the minute I open my mouth to “help him understand a girl’s mind” my temper comes flying out of my mouth and phrases like and “wasting other people’s time” and “world does not revolve around you” peppered by the word “bullshit” come storming out.

He looks at me bewildered. I look back at him like “What do you have to say for yourself?”
So he starts splaining himself and I systematically pick apart his excuses making he himself come to the logically conclusion that he is the scum of the earth.

It is after I get my apology a long with admission of fault signed and sealed by his genuine remorse and regret over his actions that he says to me: “This is the first time I got dominated by a girl in a conversation. I am scared of you.”

Even after this he requests to come by my apartment at 2pm the next day. I look at him like he’s someone who has a death wish or something but I say whatever he can come over and maybe I’ll be there, maybe I won’t.

At exactly 2pm the next day my doorbell rings. I am pleasantly surprised that perhaps from our confrontation yesterday will come a mutually understanding that will better our relationship. I open the door.

It’s the devote Christian coming over to give me next week’s class schedule. As I close the door I kick myself for even entertaining the possibility that PT will do as he said he would.

At 2:05 my doorbell rings again. It’s PT. He looks like death and smells like Johnny Walker.

Apparently the night before he got dragged to the disco and ended up downing two beers, a bottle of wine, and a bottle of Johnny Walker which lead to him punching a brick wall and busting up his right hand. Just got back to his friend’s apartment (same apartment complex as mine) to sleep at 9am and woke up in a panic when his alarm went off at 1:45 to meet Kelly.

And there he was. Looking and smelling like death with a swollen right hand but at my door like he said he would be.

But alas he was still 5 minutes late so I kicked him the balls and slammed the door in his face.

Just kidding. I sent him back to bed. I’m not unreasonable. Just apparently a little scary…