The club hottie called me back!!!
Lest you imagine this is in flagrant violation of the two-day rule, he told me when he gave me his # that he was going out of town for a few weeks--I remembered this strenuously for about one week, and then forgot all about it. Yesterday I accidentally left my phone off all day and had actually begun to think, "Dear me, it's almost spring and there's no man in my life--" and then, hello, I turn my phone on and there's a message from Chris Martin.** He was in town last night and is leaving again for a week. What to do?
I called the Best Childhood Friend, who was there on St. Patrick's day. Couldn't reach her; called the Best Gay Friend, and it was determined that I call back not last night--since it was already too late to hang with any sort of propriety--and not later than today, because that would indicate that I'd been thinking about it for a long time. My dear blogfans who are good at math will correctly conclude that this means I have to call him back . . . today.
Dun dun dun . . .
** That's what we're going to call him. He does happen to have the same name as an unattractive rock star, although not that one.
3 comments:
Elle:
I believe the need for your new friend to continually leave town should cause you some concern.
I, on the other hand, can be easily contained. I need only a small sturdy pen and on certain days a tightly fitted muzzle.
Wow. (awkward pause) Yeah; I'm not into that so much CNG, but no one's here to judge. Well, one does wonder. We'll see if I hear from him again . . .
elle,
You have misinterpreted my words. Must it always be about sex with you?
I only meant to say that a sheep-man is content with his simple immediate surroundings and has no need to constantly jet off somewhwere in search of whatever. The only issue is that on some days a sheep-man becomes so hungry that he will eat your flower, and it is during those times when you must muzzle him.
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