Flippin' Ho's Like Flapjacks

Sorry for slacking on the blog the last few days. I've been busy. Which is a good thing. I guess I have to retrace all the way back until last Wednesday. Mama mia. Spent most of Tuesday night chatting via text and email with Mason and Pella. I agree to go to dinner with Pella Wednesday night.

WEDNESDAY
Most of Wednesday I spend debating cancelling it but I don't. Woo hoo for me. I get ready after work and jump online. Mason and I chat for a moment. He tells me to hold on because someone is at the door. Next thing I know his 8 year old daughter jumps on and starts chatting with me. I'm pretty taken back by this situation. She is super sweet and wicked smart. I like her already. She starts to leak some info about daddy saying I am pretty and smart. Nice. She thinks I'm really pretty too because he showed her my picture. Ahgioehgphz. Sorry, choked on my drink there. Wow. As she's begging me to play a game with her Pella calls and says he's out front. I tell her I have to go and will play a game with her another night because I have to go to dinner.

Pella and I head to dinner. He's tired and really nervous and being kind of quiet. I'm thinking this will be a short date. I eventually start drawing him out a little bit and he begins to loosen up. Well, part of it was my charms, I'm sure. The rest may have been a few beers he had during dinner. Anyhoo, I agree to go to a bar with him after dinner and have a few drinks. We actually end up having a total blast. We played shuffleboard and darts and drank and shot the shit. It was probably one of the best dates I have had in a very long time. Then my phone goes off. It's a text from Mason. I had told him I was going to dinner but did not tell him it was a date. He asks if I'm done yet because he thinks he's going through withdrawals. For some reason this makes me feel a little guilty. I write him back and tell him I will call him as soon as I get home. He writes back and says to have fun and take my time and he's sorry to bug me, he just misses talking to me. Awww. I had a little sappy on my face that point. Then I realize Pella is watching me. Oh yeah, you're on a date dipshit! Focus on the man at hand!!! Pella and I proceed to have a blast. I don't get home and to bed until nearly 1:30 in the morning. I get some good kisses and we make tenative plans to see each other next week (both are already swamped for the weekend). I know it's too late to call Mason, even though I want to. I shoot him a text and tell him sorry it was so late and I can't wait to talk to him tomorrow. He writes me back but I apparently fell asleep in .02 seconds.

THURSDAY
I am a hurting unit. 4 hours of sleep is not enough for me anymore. Those days are so long gone. Mason and I text most of the day. I exchange a few with Pella. He thanks me for a great night, etc. Vanilla texts me and asks me how my date was. I said it was good. He asked if I wanted to come over and watch movies that night. I told him no. He asked why. I lied and told him I had another date so that he would not push the issue like he would if I just told him I was sleepy. He writes back "you'd rather go on a date with some random than have a guaranteed good time with someone you know you care about?" I wrote back and said yes. He tells me I'm cruel. Professor Stalker begins texting me and I'm about to lose it. I write back "BLOCKED: Error Code 3462" He tries to call but I don't answer. He proceeds to send 13 more texts and 3 picture mails to which I reply with the blocked error every time. He rests for about an hour and then calls again. I answer and do not give him time to say anything. "Do you have any idea how much I fuckin' hate you?!" I scream through the phone. "I don't want to talk to you, I don't like you, we're never going to happen. Just leave me alone you fuckin' psycho!!!!" And I hang up. Ugh! If I wouldn't go to jail I would do the world a favor and have that moron assasinated before he reproduces any equally retarded offspring.

Pella texts me that he's getting ready to go out with the guys. I wish him luck and tell him I'm going to bed. And it is a thought in my head. Until Mason calls. I talk to him for an hour and a half until I can barely keep my eyes open. He's simply splendid.

FRIDAY
Many random texts with Mason. Telling me how his day goes so much faster and better when he gets to talk to me. I tease him about liking me a little bit. He says "oh yeah, just a little bit. lol." with a big smiley face. So we text most the day.

In between texts, you know, when I'm supposed to be working or something...I'm sending my sister a quick email and I see a familiar name on my messenger list. It's Mr. No Show. I haven't not heard a word from him, even after my closure letter I sent him. I know, big shocker right? I don't know why but seeing his name on there almost made me harf up my lunch. It physically hurt to breathe for a second. And then, as fast as he was there, he was gone. He must've seen that I was on and jumped ship or went invisible. What a coward. I'm so much better off without his bullshit. Mason sends me a text telling me how beautiful my eyes are. I recover and go on about my day.

Mason and I chat for awhile that night. We even try watching each others webcams which for some reason totally made me nervous and freaked me out. I didn't like being watched at all which is shocking for someone who loves attention so much. It's nearly 10 pm at this point and I've done nothing but talk with him. He says he has to get the kids to bed and will call me tomorrow. I wish him a goodnight and head off to my room. At 11:15 my phone rings and it's him. "I couldn't wait until tomorrow". Which is flippin fine by me!! We talk on the phone until 3:30 in the morning. Yeah, four hours for the man that hates talking on the phone?! Guess he never had someone like me to talk to.

SATURDAY

My family calls bright and early to see if I'm ready for shopping. Seriously, I may be a woman but I hate shopping. I liken it to a root canal. And I swear I just fell asleep only minutes before hand. My eyes are burning I'm so tired. What were Mason and I thinking talking until the early morning hours? Ugh. Obviously we weren't. But as I think back to our conversation, I don't really care I only got 3 hours of sleep. It was totally worth it. We text a bit throughout the day. He's busy with the kids and I'm bonding with the family. I talk to him just before I drift off to dream that night. He's too damn cute. Did I mention that I am going to see him this weekend? Oh yeah. He convinced the ex to take the kids for the entire weekend so I'm going up to meet him on Friday night. I cannot wait. I'm a little nervous but more anxious than anything. I really want to see if this guy is as great in person as he is via telecommunications. Right now, he's rocking my world. Dear God, PLEASE let there be some chemistry between us in person.

At 1 AM Professor Stalker calls. I answer and scream "I still fuckin' hate you. Leave me alone!!" and hang up. A girl can dream that someday he will stop being pathetic and desperate and listen.