David and I finally had “the talk.”
It happened last night. He called; I couldn’t put it off anymore.
“What are you doing?” He casually asked.
“I was about to watch Gossip Girl,” I replied.
He paused. Then he continued, “Hey, the season premier of Dexter was on last night.”
“Listen…” I started, “I’ve been thinking.”
“Yeah?” he replied, unsuspecting. Poor thing.
“I …don’t think I’m going to watch Dexter this season.” I blurted.
There was silence on the other end. He was processing what I had just said.
Finally, he responded, “I don’t understand.”
“Don’t fight it,” I should have said. But I didn’t. I dragged it out. “I just…I thought really hard about it, and I don’t have the time to follow Dexter this season.”
I could hear his bewilderment on the other end.
“But you like Dexter,” he finally whispered.
“I liked Dexter,” I corrected him. “The third season – I just didn’t really enjoy it.”
“You didn’t give the third season a real chance,” he accused me. How. Dare. He.
“I gave it a chance, okay.” I defended. “You need to accept this and move on. Remember how you were thinking about cutting out Parks and Recreation this season? Well, I choose Dexter.”
“But that’s different!” he cried. “Plus, I decided I would watch Parks and Recreation this season!”
“I’m sorry, I just don’t think I can do it.” I firmly said.
“Gossip Girl just started. We’ll talk about this later.” He hung up – such a drama queen.