I will be the first to admit that I'm easily irritate or "EI" as I frequently call myself.
I've made it pretty clear that I have embraced my inner-planner and I'm proud of it.
This recent email convo with the "boy who didn't open the door for me" is a prime example of my easy irritable-ness. My commentary is in green.
Me: I am working on my marathon training plan right now.
BWDOTDFM: When are you planning on starting that training plan? What does that consist of? I am gonna start running after the gym real soon again.
Me: It starts this weekend with a 10 miler. Then basically, long runs on the weekends and running 3 times during week. I really want to stick with yoga 2 to 3 times per week, also. (Then I sent him my long run schedule ~ hey, he asked.)
BWDOTDFM: Nice to see you didn't plan anything out. Just playing it by ear are we? (Sarcasm is funny, but not when it's stupid.)
Me: You have to plan out your long runs – Marathon training takes a lot of PLANNING.
BWDOTDFM: I know, "I plan out everything. My middle name is planner!" (Why do men find planning to be such a negative thing? Seriously?)
I'll tell ya one thing. I'm going to PLAN on not seeing him any more. How about them plans?
Maybe I just don't like him
or I'm really not ready to date
(probably a little of both),
but I keep finding little things like this that annoy me.
I hope he doesn't find my blog.