But Kip didn"t Skype, and he didn"t call either. As the night wore on, I went from feeling annoyed that he forgot, to angry that he blew me off, to afraid that he was lying unconscious in a ditch somewhere. I vacillated between worry and wounded pride until midnight, when worry finally got the best of me. While it was tempting to send my missing boyfriend a sarcastic text, like--Forget something? --I decided not to, on the off chance that he had a good excuse, or was actually in trouble. Instead, I opted for "What happened to you?" which could be interpreted as concerned OR pissed off. That way, I"d covered all my bases.
Forget something? --"What happened to you?" He texted back almost immediately, I"m sorry, Jamie. Work is out of control & there"s other stuff going on. Talk tomorrow, PRO
