If God Can Rest On Sunday, So Can I

SUNDAY
I don't feel like doing jack-shit today. Not only was I up until 5 am this morning but I lost an hour for daylight savings. Whoa is me. Q starts texting me during breakfast. I so should not have answered that call last night. I know this and I will pay for it in the future, I'm sure.

Luckily it's a rather uneventful day. Despite a few random and annoying texts from Q, my phone is pretty quiet. Unfortunately, I do not hear from MNS either. I try calling him in the afternoon but his phone is off. I miss a call from Dom. That's random. Haven't heard from him in awhile. He says he's at happy hour at a new bar and wanted me to come down for margaritas. Happy hour on a Sunday? How did I not know this existed? It's probably a good thing though. Anyway, he says he hadn't heard from me in awhile and wanted to know how I was doing. He ends the message with, "ok. call me babe." Babe? For real? I bust out laughing. Dom has never referred to me as anything but my birth name. Babe is totally out of his realm. Too funny. I will call him back tomorrow and see what he needs.

Q texts me and asks if he can call. I tell him I'm busy. He writes back that it was so nice to hear my voice last night. Really? Hearing me yell at you and call you names and tell you that you suck and will never have me back was comforting and pleasant to you? His issues run deeper than I had originally thought.

I get an alert on my yahoo personals that I have a new message. I haven't been on yahoo personals forever but never got around to taking my profile down. I pull up the message and it's Biggy. Barf, harf, vomit, spit. He gives me his email in case I want to talk. What part of trying to break your finger and threatening your nuts makes you think that I ever want to talk to you again? Idiots, they are all idiots!!!

I go to bed early, trying to keep thoughts of any and all males out of my mind. Tomorrow is a new day and I will try to sort through all the bullshit then. Tonight, I just need my rest.

MONDAY
MNS texts me on my way to work. Very nice. Asks me how the rest of my weekend was. Said he had a good time with his sister being in town. I ask him if I'm going to see him this week. He responds "yes, yes! I was hoping maybe a couple of times. If that's ok with you. :)" As if seeing him multiple times would not be ok with me? He done lost his mind. We chit chat a little bit and then, out of nowhere, he says...

MNS: So tell something. If you researched me back in october and thought you knew who i was, why did you keep talking to me? just curious.

Well, this is a very valid question for him to ask.

Me: Because i had already invested a year and i wanted to know who you were and if you would ever be honest with me. And i love talking to you. i know i shouldn't have continued but i had to hear it from you.
MNS: i'm glad you did. thank you for waiting. i'm sorry for lying. but you won't regret it.

Since we're playing the honest game I decide to ask a few questions too.

Me: Do you think you will ever really leave her?
MNS: i can't stand my life right now. it's all negativeness and drama and i hate that. i work hard and i want to be able to have fun without being made to feel bad. talking to you makes me feel good. i WILL leave her. it's just a matter of when.
Me: i'm sorry your life with her sucks but do you have any idea how guilty i feel, regardless?
MNS: don't feel guilty. u make me feel good in more ways than one.
Me: does she know that you're miserable?
MNS: she knows. not only is it visible and obvious but i do tell her. and i tell her i am going to leave her. she thinks i'm playing.
Me: are you still in love with her?
MNS: if i was, i wouldn't have come looking for you. i am not in love with her and i haven't been in a long time.
Me: last question and then we have to go back to happy topics. and i need you to be completely honest. do you have anyone else on the side or is it just me your messing around with?
MNS: no! there is no one else. i guarantee you that you are the only one! and this isn't just messing around.

I drop the serious talk and ask him about his basketball game tonight. He says it's the last one of the season. I say that's too bad and maybe I can see him play someday. He says by next season I will be able to come to all of his games. Hopefully that means he is getting rid of the wifey soon and by then she will have healed and chilled out and will be over wanting both of us to suffer a slow, painful and tragic death and we will not have to worry about her anymore. It's a nice dream.

I text Mason and wish him a happy birthday. He says I should drive up there and buy him a drink. Ha. Funny little man, that Mason.

Hoping to hear from MNS tonight whether he is coming tomorrow morning or Wednesday morning. I vote both! But, of course, we all know how much say I have in anything when it comes to MNS's schedule. Grrr. Just have to hope it's itching for the crack and comes back soon.