There was this girl that I was with off and on from the ages of 14-18. When I was 20 or 21 ish, we found each other again, she was living in Oklahoma and I was in Chicago now. I got home from my second job after finishing 2 consecutive 12 hour shifts between the two jobs, and figured I'd call her before going to bed at about 8 am. During this call she gave me an open invitation to come down and visit her, rather than confirming my arrival, I figured I'd surprise her with flowers delivered in person. Delirious with overwork, I drove back to both of my jobs, arranged an open ended vacation at both, and by noon I was on a train to Oklahoma. When I got there, I found she wasn't as single as she let on as I arrived to waking her and her supposed ex up from slumber. I hadn't arranged a hotel beforehand and when attempting to I found that there was this huge powwow going down and all the rooms were booked so I got to hang out with her and him for the better part of a day of no one speaking. We all knew the score, she wouldn't talk to either of us, he wouldn't talk to me or her, it was a triangle of awesome. So yeah, what I thought was going to be a grand romantic gesture wound up being a grand gesture of failure.
