My Cupid Must Be On Crack

FRIDAY
I have decided my cupid must be on crack and overdosed on the shooting arrows thing. Why else would multiple men be sending me so many Valentine wishes? Where did I leave off Friday? Oh yes, Q, Mason, Kong and Mob all contacting me and sending holiday wishes. Q and I talk all day via text like usual. Mob decides to really start laying it on thick through numerous messages about how much he loves me and misses me and can't think about being with anyone but me.

About 2 pm I my phone goes off that I have a text. I figure it is Q or Mob. It is not. It's Mr. No Show. I freak out a little bit. Not so much because he contacted me, but because it's never a good omen. I have not heard a peep for over a month. To be exact, I haven't heard from him since the morning I started talking to Q. Once I met Q and we hit it off, Mr. No Show disappeared and it was fine. And now he's back. Are Q and I doomed? I can't help but wonder the entire afternoon if this is a really bad sign. I've been down this road before. Whenever I'm in a relationship and MNS pops up, things fall apart, and quickly. Yommey tells me to keep my wits about me and it's not going to be mine and Q's demise unless I let it. Fair tells me I should be nervous because it's a bad sign. MNS and I text for a few hours. It's nice to talk to him again but I wonder what he's up to. What made him decide to contact me today? Is he just lonely and the holidays are approaching? That doesn't seem to be it. He doesn't reach out for a last minute Valentine. He's actually leaving town for the weekend to go see some family. He does however ask me if he can see me Monday. I tell him yes. I figure we're just playing our normal sure, let's meet and it will be great but never happens game.

Q is unable to come up because of the snow storm we get Friday afternoon. Which, by the way, took me and Peaches 2 1/2 hours to get home in. WTF, Bobaloo? Ugh. I was exhausted and crabby by the time I got home. Q says he will catch the next bus here on Saturday. We text most the night and he's really upset about the snow but he's not going to let it ruin our first Valentines Day together. Well, maybe you're not, but other people might have other plans, honey.

Both Q and MNS are texting me before bed and wishing me sweet dreams and that they were there with me. I feel kind of guilty talking to MNS...and I should. I have a boyfriend who is sweet and loving and goo-goo-ga-ga over me. MNS has had enough chances. I have a glass of wine and hit the pillow. I need to sleep on all of this before I do anything.

SATURDAY
Mob and Q both start texting me bright and early, wanting to wish me a happy V-day. It's sweet. I head to the store to find a present or card for Q. Do you have any idea how hard it is to pick out a card for a new boyfriend? It's close to fucking impossible. There are a ton of husband and wife ones and then another shit-ton of I love you and you are the best thing that ever happened to me. Neither of those are appropriate for Q and I. The other side of the spectrum is basically thank you for fucking me whenever I call you drunk cards and we should get naked together again soon. Is there no happy medium here? Can I please get a card that says, "hey, I like you and think you're swell and this is fun and I look forward to seeing where it goes as long as you promise not to suffocate me and we are not sabotaged by my imaginary fake boyfriend of a year and a half?" Hallmark needs to get to work on that line for me! After 20 minutes of deliberation and two calls to my sister I finally pick one out that is more on the let's get naked spectrum than lovey dovey crap.

2 PM
Q texts me in a tizzy. He's watching his nephew and his brother isn't back yet and his bus leaves in 25 minutes. He says he will be on the 8 pm. I tell him not to bother. This pisses him off. I tell him it's not that I don't want to see him because I really do but it's not worth the money for him to come for less than 24 hours with me. He whines a bit but deep down he knows I'm right. I tell him I'm going to go on the Pub Crawl (my original plan before Q came into my life) and I will miss him and text him while I'm out 'n about and we will make sure next weekend is super fun to make up for missing this one together. It calms him a little bit but I can tell he is still super disappointed and pissed at his brother. I am too. I'm scared that we are doomed now and this is our curse because of stupid MNS popping back up. I realize how off the wall and ridiculous this might seem to the normal person but anyone who knows the tale of MNS knows that it's not just a myth. Guardian dating angel or just a pain in my ass is not the issue. The point is, he's back for some reason and I need to figure out why.

I call Peaches and tell her to get ready because we're going on "The Pub Crawl of Love". Like a good little apprentice she is more than willing to come along. Being on the pub crawl was fun and we had a really good time. Yommey texts me and asks if I've got my eye on one. I remind her I have a boyfriend and not in the market. Plus, there are none to have my eye on. It's a lot of Vanilla-frat-boy types. Nothing that peaks my interest whatsoever. Although my apprentice does quite well for herself. She's getting numbers and guys drooling over her right and left. I'm not sure she needs my help for anything!

It's weird being on a pub crawl for V-day when you have a boyfriend. Everyone else is looking for love, or at least love for the night, and I'm just hanging out and drinking. As I continued drinking my evil-alter ego Lucy popped out and started counting all the men on the pub crawl that I couldn't have. Again, not that I wanted any of them, but Lucy just flips the script on me all the time. She's such a fucking pessimist. So here I sit, scanning the bar full of morons that I can't have and it starts to piss me off. Shouldn't I get a freebie weekend since my boyfriend failed to show up for our first V-Day together? I go hypothetical and see if I can find one I would want if I indeed did have a freebie. There's none. *sigh* Oh well. Mob and Q both continue to text me until the wee hours of the morning saying how they wish they were with me and blah blah blah.

Oh, and one little sidenote event went down at one of the bars that was kind of amusing. Granted, it was all Lucy again. She's so evil. I'm standing at the bar by my cuzin and I notice a girl next to me. You can't help but notice her, she had an abnormally large head/face. OMG! It's huge headed basketball girl! Vanilla's latest ex-girlfriend. (Apparently he broke up with her three days before V-Day. Oh yeah, he's oozzzzing with class and charm). Anyway, her big bubble eyes are honing in on me and I can feel it burning a hole in my head. I turn and make eye contact. She is mean mugging me like a motha. I bust out laughing when I make the correlation. She whispers to a few of her friends and then they all turn and glare at me. Lucy finds this a tad bit amusing. She looks at her and says "Yeah, and you can just fuck off!" And then I walk away as her jaw hits the floor. Bitch, you don't know me and contrary to what she might believe, I have nothing to do with her newly single status. When I get home I go all facebook stalker. I look at Vanilla's profile and realize that all my pictures are gone. Last week there were four of her and over a dozen of me. Tonight there is zero. Huh. Would you look at that. Oh well.