My Faith in "Man"-Kind is Restored

He called. Whew, thank God, he called. I will not perish. Better yet, I wasn't home. See, I'm breezy, I'm out at the gym, I'm doing things. . .not waiting for your call (I had to leave the house to avoid neurotically waiting for his call). He left a breezy message. I left a breezy message. I think my message was breezier. His message said something like, "Hey, it's [insert name here]. I'm in the car on the way to [insert state capital here]. Just callling to see what was going on. Nothing in particular. Give me a call back if you want." From this, I gather. . .that he wants to SEEM breezy. You know, just call me back "if you want," it's "nothing in particular." Since 2 hours had already elapsed since his call, I called back, hoping to catch him on the road still. But I didn't. . .so my message said, "Hey it's me. I take it you've reached your destination and that you got your days off. Hope you're having fun with your brother. Call me when you get a chance." See, I get to call "if I want." I delivered a more confident "when you get a chance."

Ok, there are two lessons to be learned from this: a) He can NEVER NEVER NEVER have the address to this blogspot, or it will be the blog equivalent of that painful scene in Swingers where Jon Favreau keeps calling that girl back to explain why he's left 15 messages. b) In all honesty, while he is DEFINITELY not obsessing about me the way I am about him, he is trying to abide by the 3 day rule and seem "breezy" when he calls as well. I think I'm far more neurotic than him. . .but I think he's trying hard to "do everything right" as well.

In case I haven't made it painfully clear at this point (and since all the people who read this know who I am and I don't care about them knowing), the reason I have to tread lightly with this guy is because. . .remember the black-out post. . .well, apparently, I blacked out. . .hooking up with him. . .and now, I'm like $#@$#!@%, I REALLY LIKE THIS GUY, that wasn't supposed to happen!! It's one thing when you act sketchy on purpose. . .but on accident. . .that's a whole 'nother grey area. . .anyway, as long as I'm acting bad, I wish I could remember what fun, bad things we did. . .too bad.