Someone Get This Man His Cell Phone!!!

Since our nooner on Monday MNS has been pretty on point. We go from jackshit last week to hearing from him every day this week, as it should be, I might add. I fear I'm about to see him on the evening news if the phone company doesn't get his phone figured out ASAP. It was supposed to be on Monday, then they said Tuesday because they had to "port" his number if he wanted to keep it. Whatever the hell that means. Last night he emailed me and said he's about to tell them to kiss his ass, if that's ok with me. I have to laugh at this because I had told him that he better not be kissing up on anyone else so he asks permission to let the phone company kiss his ass. I tell them they should kiss his ass and he should leave the fun places to kiss for me. Today we are trying to figure out when we can see each other next. We've both been working ridiculous hours and my family is coming to town this weekend. We are hoping for a nooner tomorrow or a possible play date Saturday afternoon. I'm hoping for the nooner. A-because it's sooner and B-because I've never gotten to see him on a weekend and I fear if we plan for that it won't work out. He could always join me Saturday night if he wanted to meet and hang with the family. Ha! Oh man, sometimes I totally crack me up.

I haven't heard from Rebound since Monday. I'm ok with that for now. I wouldn't have time for him this week with my work schedule and then he would just feel more blown off. Of course, if MNS disappears again anytime soon then I will be completely annoyed with Rebound for disappearing. I know MNS thinks my pockets are clear and I do feel kind of bad for my hook-up Saturday night. Then I remind myself that he is married and although he wants me all to himself and says I'm all his, that's not the reality of the situation yet.

I hadn't heard from Q in awhile and was hoping that he had finally given up and deleted my number. Unfortunately, he has not and he text me today to tell me good morning. I don't respond. I haven't responded to him in weeks since I told him to leave me alone. If he texts me again I might respond with "who is this?" That should cut a little bit and maybe make him retire for good. Who knows though. The kid's head seems to be made of bricks.

I'm bored at lunch so I decide I will entice MNS a little bit, as if he needs more persuading to want to sleep with me. I take a picture on my phone of my thighs and send it to him in an email entitled "riddle". Inside it I write "do you know what this is a picture of? do you know what I want between them?" Totally cheesy with just a dash of trashy but trust me, he will love it.