Hipster Craft Fair and the Jock

Text with WC today.

1:56 PM
Me: Hey guy who likes shopping ... Hipster craft fair this evening. Maybe good for finding gifts for the family. Maybe just a bunch of overpriced junk. Definitely lots of men with beards and women with awkward haircuts. Interested? (He really does love shopping.)

3:06 PM
Me: Remember when I invited you to go to the craft fair only an hour ago? I'm taking back the invite because my sister called and she wants to hang out. 


Me: Sorry for being flaky, but I must go where the wind blows me. (heh... blows me)

WC: Looks like I will go to the craft fair without you. 

Then he called and I explained that he can't actually call me flakey since he never responded to my original text so we didn't actually have plans. He was just giving me a hard time. He hadn't responded because he was trying to decide if his big day of sports watching (I guess they gave out the Heisman today?) could be interrupted by estrogen. I reminded him that I've watched sports with him before, but it didn't matter because I was very busy and important.

7:14 PM
Me: I'm home but I figure you're all settled in. If you want company, I'm open, but not remotely offended if you don't. 

WC: I haven't showered and in my blanket... (?) What you buy me?

Me: I bought you this messenger bag you can hang from your bike (he doesn't own bike). It has a bike on it. It's made from hemp and the tears of vegans who witnessed someone eating a hamburger. (Remember, he's a hunter.)

WC: Hmmmm. Cool? 

Me: You win the Heisman? 

WC: Only as an armchair QB. 

Me: Congrats. You earned it. You're a superstar of lazy. 

Then I invited him to go to the mall with me tomorrow. He really does love shopping. I only like craft fairs. I bought a ring made out of a spoon handle. It's awesome and has hearts on it.