Spontaneous Sally

Spend most of my day messenging and texting with BigBoi. Have three more 24 year olds try to initiate contact. I'm just not understanding this trend. Oh well. Not for me to get, I guess. Nothing from Mr. No Show. CF tries to contact me in about 50 dozen different emails. Ugh.

BigBoi and I decide we're going to meet for lunch on Wednesday. I get home from work and we start texting some more. Next thing you know it's 6:30 and we decide to meet at a bar for drinks. I ask him where he wants to go and he suggests the bowling alley/bar & grill on the north side of town. Normally this would be a super fun place to have a date. But not on a Tuesday night. Tuesday nights Mr. No Show has bowling league there. That is not the situation I want to meet BigBoi in. That would be a fun one to explain. Ha! Instead we go to my favorite little bar on the Westside. He's very cute. Sweet. Smells good. We sit there for about 3 hours talking. It's fun. He walks me to my car and gives me a kiss on the cheek and asks if he can call me tomorrow. Well, duh.

As I'm driving home I get a text from Mason. We exchange a few and it doesn't go very well. He keeps saying he's going through some shit but won't tell me what. I think he's just full of shit, personally. Anyway, we throw a few heated texts back and forth and finally I just stop writing. He writes me one more time and says he's not trying to be a jerk he just needs to get things figured out and I need to be patient and everything will be ok. Hmmm...patience...I've heard of this phenomenon. It's about as real to me as the Lochness monster.

I write Mr. No Show a quick email. I fully admit, it's a little pathetic. I amaze myself sometimes how I can be mean and sappy and sweet and stabbing him where it hurts all in one short paragraph. Pick a personality, lady, I dare you. Then again, what fun would that be? Go to bed cuz I have to be up early for work. My throat is killing me. Good thing BigBoi didn't try for a kiss. I'm pretty sure I need antibiotics of some sort.