Will and I had a conversation last night that went like this:
Will: Can I go to a wedding in July?
Me: Sure. Who’s getting married?
Will: Wxxx from my unit. It’s in South Carolina.
Me: Wasn’t I invited?
Will: I guess so. Your name was on the invitation.
Me: You don’t want me to go?
Will: It doesn’t matter. You can. I’d like for you to.
Hmmm. After another 5 minutes of this conversation, this is what it boiled down to:
W is getting married in Same City, SC where some good friends of ours live. We’ve been invited to the wedding and Will would like to see M&T while we are in town. Did I want to go?
After my realigning the story, this is how the conversation went:
Me: [Recap from above]
Will: That’s what I said.
Me: No, it’s not.
Will: Well, it’s what I meant.
You’d think after all these years together he would learn to communicate as well as me I would be better at reading between the lines of his cryptic messages.
I don’t think he has realized that he’s going to be wearing a suit in the middle of July in a nice hot Southern city. Heh.