They Are Coming From Everywhere

Rebound calls me Thursday afternoon. He says he is hoping to see me soon. I tell him that we can probably arrange something. It's kind of nice to hear his voice, although I don't know why. Perhaps it's only because I've gotten like two emails from MNS that day and I'm starving for attention.

FRIDAY
I get a text from Hazel Eyes telling me how much he misses me and thinks about me every day and that I am so cool and so sweet and he wishes he could see me again. I find this odd and out of the blue but it's nice to read. I like making an impact on people. Little do I realize that the text from Hazel Eyes opens a flood gate of contact from others I've known in the past.

I get one email from MNS the entire day. It says "today is stupid busy. I will get ahold of you tomorrow morning so we can get together." I highly doubt that I will hear from him but hope that I am wrong.

I chat with Mason via text in the evening. Q texts and I don't answer, same as I haven't answered him in weeks. Ronnie calls while I'm drinking wine on the porch and we spend half an hour laughing and catching up. It's my favorite call of the day.

I lie down in bed and my phone starts going crazy. The first call is Rebound. He asks if he can take me out tomorrow night. I remind him that my family will be in town and that I am hanging out with them and that rules out Sunday as well. He's not giving up that easy though. He asks if he can come see me tonight when he gets off work then. I look at the clock. I tell him I can try to stay awake. He says if he can come over he will leave work early to come see me. In the short 20 minutes it takes him to get to my house Dom calls twice, Hazel Eyes and Shorty text me and Dutchboy starts texting me as well. Dutchboy wants to have phone sex and I tell him he's retarded and if he's looking for that he can call a 900 number and pay $1.99 a minute. What the hell makes them all try to contact me in the same half hour?

Rebound walks in the door and gives me a huge hug and kiss. He talks excitedly about how much he missed me this week and how beautiful I look. Really? I'm in NFL's old torn and tattered t-shirt, my hair is in braids, I have washed my make up off and I have my glasses on. I'm sure I look smoking hot, dude. Rebound honestly doesn't seem to notice. We tussle in the bed for awhile and then talk. I'm falling asleep as he blabs on and on and I'm having a hard time focusing and answering his questions. Finally, he catches on and rises to get dressed. He's still asking questions while he gets his stuff together and I'm totally zoning out. He apologizes for keeping me up so late but is glad I let him come over.

I don't hear from MNS Saturday morning. I'm not shocked. I am, however, insanely pissed off that I'm not shocked and that I have become accustomed to his flakiness and lack of follow through. What has happened to me? Why do I put up with his shit? Who have I become?