Red Rover, Red Rover, Send SOMEBODY Over!

MONDAY NIGHT
Bears does not call before I leave work. I rush home and get ready to go to the Mini's recital. I can't lie, 60 3rd graders singing, dancing and playing recorder is quite entertaining. I could do without the recorder part but the rest was great. I worry that the Mini may be way too much like me. I catch her checking out her "boyfriends" butt about three times during the course of the concert. Mama mia. We are so going to have our hands full with her. She's only 8! Good times, good times.

While at the concert Q texts me for the 3rd time today and, of course, I do not reply. MNS sends me a couple texts, as well. I don't feel right playing our dirty little game while I'm at a school and surrounded by young'ens. I keep my text replies as PG as I can. He still talks about coming over Wednesday and Thursday morning. Ok, pal. I wait with bated breath. Not. Of course, I will hang the new lingerie from Fair on the back of my bedroom door just in case I need a quick and sexy outfit for him to rip off. A girl can never be too prepared.

As I'm walking out of the school, Bears calls. He said he just got to town, got his new phone and is heading to the hotel. He sounds completely exhausted and my hopes of loving him down are quickly depleted. I can tell by his voice. He says he would definitely like my company tonight but needs to take a quick nap. I know he won't wake up and call before I go to bed. Oh well. I just have to remind myself that he is here now and there is no need to rush or hurry. He's not going anywhere. I tell him we can get together this weekend. I can't do Wednesday or Thursday really since the family will be in town for my nephews birth. Woo hoo!

My phone rings at flippin' 2:14 AM. I know it's not Bears by the ringer. There's no way it's MNS after bowling. I look and it's Dutch Boy. Two nights in a row? Why? I answer and this time he is drunk. That makes more sense, now. He says he got in a fight at the bar and had to go get four stitches above his left eye. I'm laughing so hard thinking about his scrawny ass getting in a bar fight, I nearly choke. He went and got a hotel instead of driving home, once he left the E.R. I'm impressed. I always used to yell at him about driving the 45 minutes home when he had been drinking but he would never get a hotel and stay safe. Then he starts talking about his hotel and how his girlfriend is home sick and how it's so weird being there alone...I sense that he's about to ask for phone sex. We used to have some fun phone sex, don't get me wrong, but that is so never happening between us again. I tell him I'm really tired and need to get to bed early as I have a big day ahead of me. He sounds a little disappointed. Sorry, Dutch Boy, that ship has sailed...unless you're willing to pay $5.99 a minute, then we can talk.

WEDNESDAY
MNS did not show up. I haven't heard squat from him all day. Sometimes he is such a pansy. Wait, let me rephrase that. He is always such a pansy. A few texts from Bears but nothing earth-shattering. Good news is, no new texts from Q! I keep telling myself he has got to get the hint soon. Maybe today is my lucky day.

I desperately need some loving. It's been weeks and I want something other than Q to be the last person to make my eyes roll back in my head. MNS, Bears...someone has got to throw it down on me soon. If not, I guess there is always my bob. If only my vibrator had a tongue.