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You know what sounds a lot more appealing than exploring the city with two sweaty men limping behind? A nice spa day, complete with unlimited hot-tub time and lemon water. And you know what also sounds better than listening to the two of them yap about football and the “who’s who” of the newest NFL season? Reading her Nicholas Sparks novel alone at the city’s highest rooftop.
We all know that two’s company and three’s a crowd, but suddenly, a solo vacation seems the most desirable option of all.
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AITJ for refusing to change our whole trip last minute because someone wanted to tag along?
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I don’t think there’s anything more aggravating for a Type A person, who’s planned a trip from top to bottom, than having someone tag along who lives by the three words Type A people fear most: “Go with the flow.” Spontaneity and waking up past 11 a.m. are their worst nightmares, so why on earth would they want someone on their trip who plans to do exactly that every single day?
This trip is built on calendar slots and reservations, and this girlfriend is not about to let anything, or anyone, intrude on her perfectly color-coordinated itinerary.
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