Seriously a real-life soap opera, eh?
Oh yes, yet another post on *Raoul and *Rupert.
On Wednesday evening, November 26, 2008, Raoul invited me and my friend over for dinner, at his apartment. I brought over some vegetables, and he had a package of chicken so I cooked a very delicious meal for him, my friend and me. Like all good meals, preparation takes a long time... So, by the time that I was done with the meal, Raoul needed to and pick up Rupert...
So, Rupert walks into the door, says hi to the little doggy, and putters around. He wanted to send off an assignment for his class, but has realized that he lost his USB key. He got all upset and dramatic about how it's 10% and he'll fail the course over this assignment. Eventually, he and Raoul got into a fight... So, Rupert grabs his bag and storms out of the apartment. After about five to ten minutes, Rupert calls Raoul at the door and asks for a ride home because he has missed the bus. Raoul grudgingly accepts the responsibility and drives him home. After Rupert gets home, he calls Raoul on the phone and argues with him for a bit. There was all this talk about how Rupert was going to change the status on his facebook (from in a relationship to single, probably). After this brief talk, he sends Raoul a text message (a pissy princess one, of course) which ended off with "See you some time in the future". This to me sounded like a break up text... Within about two minutes of this text sent, we get another phone call from Rupert where there is more arguing, and it apparently ended off with "I'm going to change my status tomorrow", and some other conversation, which left Raoul saying, "Well, I guess it's over."
Unfortunately, for the rest of us regular folk who are not overly dramatic, those two are still together.
I never realized that they would actually turn into a real life soap opera, because this is exactly the type of shit that happens in soap operas. We have some bombshell woman who threatens to leave the relationship, and then doesn't end up doing it because she gets flattered back into it.
I was really looking forward to cracking open a Stella Artois (or two) and having a drink with my neighbours to celebrate the break-up. Not because I'm a nasty asshole who believes that since I am not in a relationship, anyone in the free world shouldn't have be a relationship, but because I would be free of all this self-centred, attention hogging, bitchy, drama queeny, spoiled, bratty, demanding, individual. But alas, no, I could not pop one (or two) of my Stella Artois open. * Sigh *
Labels: gay drama, life, relationships