A personal insight from your girlfriend...

Lately you’ve been wondering why I’ve been so distant and pissy, so I thought I’d let you in on the past few weeks, in my perspective.

That night with Coop was atrocious for many reasons.
I hadn’t worked a double in over half a year since I’d moved from serverland to retaildom, so I was really, really tired.
I walk in and don’t receive one word of greeting, and no, you both yelling at some stupid movie about guns and war with german subtitles doesn’t count as a greeting because I’m not a guy. I don’t think Coop even acknowledged my existence at all, he didn’t look at me, make a comment that was towards me, nothing.
Then I realize that you both are drinking, and that just made me want to strangle something. That meant I was going to have to drive, I had had an offer that night to go have a much deserved drink and I turned it down because I had plans with you two, and of course because if I have one single drop of alcohol in my body, I can’t drive, I wasn’t offered any. Strike two at etiquette in 5 minutes. Out of the three of us, I was the one who needs 3 stiff ones, it had been that kind of day, so my mood went from bad to worse.
At this point I’m furiously texting and you start to notice that something’s wrong, and attempt to remedy it, but the situation was just too bad for your sentiment to matter much. I take a long as shower as possible, trying to calm myself down, but it doesn’t really help much. I get dressed and wait for you two to get your shit together so we can go, and a few minutes later Coop pipes up saying that we’re going to miss the previews, and man, does he love his previews. Fine. I get in your van and start hightailing it to the threatre, but I realize that I’ve probably brought the mood down substantially and that small part of me with feelings kind of feels badly about that. We arrive at the theatre with only a hitch or two, which is a miracle because I was pissed and driving a large, unfamiliar vehicle, in the dark.
Later I find out that Coop is texting you stuff like “Is this really necessary? If she didn’t want to go she shouldn’t have come, I don’t want to die…” or something like that, he was CRITICIZING my driving. If I would have known what was going on I probably would have pulled over and told him to shut his drinking ass up because if he didn’t like my driving he didn’t have to come, or try to intoxicate the only other person who could drive. I then would have added that if I was driving manically it was only because I didn’t want him to miss his precious previews, which he complained about upon leaving. Lucky for both of you, I didn’t find out about this conversation until days later. There are so many other ways he could have went about texting you, but that was not the correct way to do it. In your defense, you did defend me, just not the way I would have defended myself, which would be to call him a pompous asshole and tell him to shut the fuck up.
So we arrive at the theatre and at this point both my bad and good sides are telling me to leave you two in the parking lot, bad me saying that I would make a dramatic entrance, and good me saying that I was ruining both of your nights, so I would give you some alone time to complain. I stomp in to the theatre and buy my own ticket and popcorn. We sit down and watch the stupid previews, and it’s really bothering you that I’m pissed off so you start trying to hold my hand, which isn’t happening. You really expect me to just ignore the fact that you showed me close to no affection 20 minutes ago and then get all cuddly because we’re in a darkened theatre? Hell no. You tell me later that Coop is weirded out by PDA or something, which still doesn’t make sense, because darkened theatre or not, it’s still PDA.
The movie’s not really that great, but it manages to lighten my mood a little, so after it’s over I’m smiling and trying to joke around. You try to tell me that you’ll drive, and I immediately tell you that, no, I’m driving. (You probably did this because of Coop’s complaining, but I didn’t know that and I wanted to get back at you for all the times I would have barely anything to drink and you still wouldn’t let me drive.) I drive. We get back to the apartment and Coop hightails it. He says he’s leaving, gives you a big stupid hug and gets in his car. Strike out on the etiquette. I don’t think he said a total of 10 words to me the entire night. He didn’t say hello, he didn’t say goodbye, and he didn’t say fuck you in between.
The night comes to a close with us fighting (I really can’t call it fighting if all you do is apologize, though, can I?) and me leaving with a still pissy attitude.
I have a gut feeling you'll want to show this to Coop, but just know that it won't do any good, he's a lot like my mom, once he doesn't like someone, not much is going to change his mind.

While we’re at it, let’s skip back to New Years, shall we?
It’s New Years Eve, I’m in Terre Haute, and you’re in Indy at Coop’s, seemingly for no reason except to spend time with him, since you don’t’ work the next day. I wasn’t invited so I’m with Chelsie.
We go to Outback and then we ponder where to go afterwards, both Delta Sig and ATO enter our minds, and we decide on ATO because Schulten wasn’t at Delta and we didn’t want to feel weird. I don’t tell you where I’m going, but I have a feeling you can guess because I’m being so fencey about it. It’s probably a good thing that you didn’t try and bar me from ATO because I just would have pointed out the fact that you chose to go to a party where I wasn’t invited, and that wouldn’t have ended that wonderfully. I really didn’t want another safety lecture anyway, you’re not my dad, and I’ve been to plenty of parties without you and I’ve been just fine. (To be fair, though, both New Year’s something bad has happened, but that’s usually because I drink a lot more alcohol than I should, because hey, it’s New Year’s, but everything always turns out okay, and no, don’t ask me what happened because I won’t tell you, I don’t want to talk about it period.)
I remember you calling me and saying something, but I don’t remember what, at all, we could have been talking about politics for all I know, because that that point, I was textbook wasted. I do remember you asking me where I was and I lied and said I didn’t know because of the reasons listed above. So the night ends with you in a completely different town than me, on New Year’s. I mean, honestly? That’s not the best way to start off a new year when you’re in a budding relationship, but whatever, what’s done is done.
To tell the truth, if I had been invited to Coops, I probably wouldn’t have went, because I wouldn’t have felt welcome, and I wouldn’t know anyone, and I did have to work the next day at 11. So if you have any qualms about my New Year’s, you should have stayed home.

Oh hell, let’s just fast forward a couple of weeks to Pike night.
I get off work and go to your place because we planned to head to the party at Pike later, we chill with Abby for a while, watching some stand up comedy. Then we decide to leave and I decide I definitely need alcohol, so I start heading towards Logan’s. We get there and I can pretty much tell I’m not going to get any alcohol, but I decide that you two should bond a little anyway. Logan is one of my work friends, we share a lot of the same opinions on relationships and the opposite sex, and I really wanted him to meet you. When Logan finally gets upstairs, I can tell this isn’t going to go well. At first you don’t talk at all, but with prompting you start, only to basically insult my friends. Maybe you didn’t mean it, but you came off that way anyway, so it doesn’t really matter. I try to keep my jaw from hitting the ground on a few things, and I know exactly what Logan is thinking and it’s scaring the hell out of me. You really didn’t help his opinion with Rosies, as he calls them, and the fact that their full of themselves, talking less about Rose and more about something else would have helped, but whatever. I try to pull things around, but by this time I can tell his mind is set and I just decide to get you out of there. I don’t say anything about it because the night was already looking crappy and I honestly don’t think you did it on purpose.
We head to Pike and I try to psych myself up, but I learned something important that night: going to parties is a waste if you’re not under a drunken haze.
Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if you weren’t in a crappy mood, but you were, because you hadn’t wanted to go to Logan’s in the first place, and even though you swear you had a good time, you didn’t. So I’m trying to dance and have fun, but I just end up noticing things that I normally don’t, like how many people interrupt my good time when their trying to get through, how crowded it is, jealous bitches, and most importantly, the number of guys that were trying to get in my pants. All of which could have been avoided if I was slightly inebriated. The guys obviously didn’t do anything crazy, because it was pretty obvious I was dancing on my boyfriend, but that didn’t stop them from making eyes. So anyway, I’m trying to cheer you up and try to have a good time myself, and it’s just not working. You’re not dancing, not that you usually do, but I don’t notice that much because I’m usually drunk, it’s way too loud to talk, and the thing that gets me is, this is how you prefer it. You’ve made it pretty obvious that you don’t like drinking as much as I do, and that you’d prefer that I wouldn’t drink at parties; which really busts my balls because you’re getting your wish and I’m not having any fun, basically telling me that we’re not compatible in this way.
So we head home and talk a little bit about it, which just entails me telling you that you didn’t have fun, and you denying it.

The aftermath of pike night is this: Logan thinks you’re not the one for me, I realize that you’re not a big a party animal as I am, and that drinking at parties is a must, for me, sorry.

And then all the time in between these three events I’ve been wondering if I’m just being the bitchiest girlfriend on the planet, or if I actually have valid points. Talking to you doesn’t really help much because you don’t argue, you just agree, and I don’t’ do well with that. I like to argue. Arguing is healthy in small doses, and it’s what I’m used to. My last relationship was with Jeff and we’re both stubborn Italians, so we fought, but it always turned out with us getting a new perspective on things, which was good. So yea, I haven’t been around much, and you’re right, I’m avoiding our problems, but I also need time to think, too.

Any questions?