Now, I know how that sounds, but you have to hear me out. My girlfriend is a great person, and I love her very much. This April 20th is our two-year anniversary. It’s a Monday. Planning an anniversary for a Monday isn’t optimal, especially when we both have full time adult jobs, so we have plans for this weekend to go to all you can eat sushi. Great idea, right? Exactly! Perfect for a two-year anniversary for a young, hip couple in a young city on a Saturday night.
Here’s the issue. Since my girlfriend and I decided to have plans on Saturday, I decided to make plans for the night of our actual anniversary. My old college club, The Pitiful News, invited me to come to their last meeting of the semester. I can’t think of a better way to spend my anniversary than reliving some of the best times of my collegiate career by going to one more satire newspaper meeting. So, I went to the meeting. I had a great time! We had a lot of laughs, we wrote a lot, we discussed the logistics of the Secret Lives of Mormon Wives. Seeing my old club again in an old Cathedral classroom was a euphoric experience.
However, when I brought up that it was my anniversary, the club said it was “interesting” and “maybe a little crazy” that I was spending the night with them and not my girlfriend, especially since they told me in advance to bring her to the meeting. I told them it’s not like I forgot our anniversary — I sent flowers to her and everything! I think that gives me enough “good boyfriend” points to miss an anniversary and not tell her that she was invited. I don’t see the problem, but they do.
As far as I know, my girlfriend was totally okay with it, but I haven’t been home yet. I did get a charge on my debit card for a U-Haul, so I guess she finally got the hint about getting rid of some of her stuff in our apartment. Anyway, I’m going to ask her again when I get home, but I wanted to ask all of you: am I the asshole?