Six Days Later

Today is my friend's birthday. I've known him for eight years now. My birthday is six days after his and he never, I mean NEVER, remembers it. And he's always been fascinated by the fact that we are both Scorpios. It's a big deal to him. He's always talking about Scorpios and their behaviors. Really he just uses all that Scorpio stuff to justify his own bad behavior because Scorpio men are the worst and he knows it. He also thinks it explains why we get along so well because we both think alike. I think it explains why we fight all the time because we're both stubborn and need to be right no matter what the cost. We've had some huge fights. We've also survived eight years as friends. Maybe we're both right.

This year he called me on October 14th to wish me a happy birthday. Cracked me up. He said, "Well at least I'm early!" True, three weeks early. Who am I to complain? He called me a week later to wish me happy birthday again. I think he's going to call me once a week and hope he's lucky enough to call on the right day. Each call he asks me the date to try to remember it. I tell him, but I still think he's going to forget. You'd think in eight years he would remember that my birthday is a few days after his. Perhaps the exact date would slip his mind but the proximity to his own birthday should trigger some kind of memory. It just doesn't.

I have to give him some credit, at least he's trying this year. In eight years he's never once wished me a happy birthday and now I'm getting a happy birthday once every week. I guess he is making up for all those years he forgot. I wonder if I'll be getting eight years worth of gifts as well?

UPDATE: He didn't call on my birthday. Just like I thought. Amazing. I guess change is harder than it seems! There goes my dream of all those un-given gifts.