A few months ago, DH decided he wanted to go to see the Foo Fighters concert after the Mets game at Citi Field, but he presented it as "I want to see Foo Fighters at Citi Field and I want you to come with me."
I said no.
I'm not into the Foo Fighters and don't care to see them live.
Apparently, this was a terrible thing. "Why don't you like the Foo Fighters?" (Um, I never said I didn't like them, I just said I wasn't into them. Also, feeling honestly and truly "meh" about a band before you go see them live isn't exactly something that I want to do.)
Now, he's trying to peer-pressure me into attending WrestleMania in Dallas next spring.
I told him I don't f-ing want to go.
He's still pushing for it because, apparently, flights to Dallas are cheap right now.
I don't want to go.
When I told him why not (because I am not really into wrestling right now, also watching with him is impossible because I turn off my filter and he finds it annoying) he told me my reasoning was invalid.
Then he decided it's because I'm holding a grudge about the way he told me off while we watched WM two years ago as a PPV. (TBH, I was annoyed about the way a match had been choreographed, and said so repeatedly, and then I got frustrated with the outcome of one of the headliner matches because I thought it was stupid to resolve the fight the way the script did it. And I said so, repeatedly. This spoiled his live-tweeting enjoyment of the occasion and I stormed off in a huff because he told me I didn't know what I was talking about. OK, so all you want is for me to ooh and aah and be vapid on your arm. So, yes, I didn't behave nicely then, but I didn't need to be told to shut the "f" up, either.)
So, he wants to go to a live event. With me. And I don't want to go. And he won't accept that I don't want to go. I won't enjoy myself because I'll feel like I have to play this stupid part of the vapid arm candy and I don't want to do it.
But, of course, he's asking his Facebook connections to convince me to go.
This is immature and really frigging embarrassing. Is he still in high school???
And it's cementing my decision not to go.
So why can't he accept it?