“Would you get out,” I tugged at his arm again. He reluctantly got out.
“Go Karting,” he gave me a stale face. “Not just any type of Go Karting. Blind Go-Karting,” I pinched both his cheeks. Closed his door and pulled him inside.
We were met by a bald head stocky built white man, who directed us to the track. Aug was obviously pissed, and kept looking at his phone while the man was trying to explain the process.
“Are you mad at me,” I gave him a sad face and tugged at his shirt. He sniffed, ignored me and continued to play with his phone.
“Are you guys ready,” the man clapped both his hands together jubilantly.
“Aug are you going to do it,” I looked at him. He rolled his eyes, sat on a bench and continued to ignore me.
“Can you give us a minute,” I asked the man. “Sure,” he smiled and went off to prepare the cars.
I stood in front of August looking down at him, while he had his arms on his knees looking at his phone leaning forward.
“What’s wrong?”
“I told you I didn’t want to waste my fucking Saturday,” he didn’t raise his voice but he might as well, the way he said it.
“I just thought it would be a good idea.”
“You think I’m twelve or some shit,” he finally looked up at me getting louder.
“No, I just thought it would be a good thing for both of us. We both work really hard, and I could tell yesterday, you were exhausted. I thought it would be a fun thing to do to relieve stress. I’m not trying to demean you, by treating you like a kid. I’ve done this before with my best friend, who’s 5 years older than me. I think it’s fun, but if you don’t want to do it, we can leave.”
I was noticing something about his personality, that made it clear to me a relationship with him would not work. Yes, I have to admit, I was entertaining the thought. He was cute, smart and charming. But his attitude today put an end to that.
I was realizing if we got together, I would have to deal with his insecurity about whether or not, I was treating him like a child.
He thought I made the decision to come here because I thought of him as a little kid, but that wasn’t even the case. And just imagine how many more times this would happen during the course of a possible relationship.
I order his food for him, he’ll protest he’s a man he could do it his-self. I suggest he should make this decision, he’ll remind me he’s capable of making his own decisions. And yada, yada, yada, I can’t deal with that continuous back and forth. His continuous need to prove he’s a man in my eyes. Just like earlier when he told me to stop calling him boy. He joked about it, but he meant that.
“We here now,” he rubbed his nose and got up. He still had a hint of an attitude.
“We’re ready sir,” I told the man. August stood close behind me. “Whose going to go first,” the man looked at us.
“You want me to go,” I looked up at August, who had his hands behind his back. “I don’t care.”
“Here ya go,” the man handed Aug a walky-talky. “What we do with these,” Aug looked at it.
“When she gets in, she’s not going to be able to see out the helmet. You have to guide her to where she’s supposed to go.”
“You serious,” he cracked a toothy smile. I was happy to see that broke the ice.
Chapter 4
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