Now that I finally had edible baba ganoush, I could make a light sandwich for E’s lunch, which I had to do to save face after hanging out late the night before.

Last weekend, E and I were invited to a birthday dinner, but I wasn’t feeling well so I stayed in. I assumed he would be home around midnight after the festivities. But he strolled in at 3 AM! I was fuming: “You couldn’t call or text and say you were going to be late?” I said. And then I was embarrassed for myself because I was acting like the controlling, nagging girlfriend I so didn’t want to be. Even my mom scolded me for scolding him: “He could have texted, but don’t make him feel bad for having a good time.” E apologized and bought me flowers, and promised in the future to text if late so I don’t stay up and worry.

But on Wednesday night, I unintentionally took a page from the Pot Calling the Kettle Black Playbook. I went out without E, and I was planning to be home early. But first I hit up a gala downtown, then mosied on over to an after-party for the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, where I sat surrounded by models, bottles of booze and men who enjoy both of those things. Then I got caught up with friends who wanted to hit up the after- after-party. So here I am, swilling Champagne and hanging out with ridiculously good looking lingerie models until 2 in the morning, while E was at home alone. On my way home I thought, ‘I should buy HIM flowers’. Or at the very least make him lunch tomorrow.

So yesterday, I got it together, and finally finished that damn baba ganoush I had already failed to finish three times. The spread, slathered on flatbread with red and green peppers and greens, made a light and easy sandwich that showed my appreciation for E. It also said “I shouldn’t have been annoyed at you for staying out late when I went and did the same thing.”

Hallmark should really have a greeting card for that.

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