Saturday, July 26, 2008


I didn't go out with The Athlete tonight. I needed to help out at Lucy and Chet's. I did. It will be one of those nights we'll remember forever. The First Night At Your First House.

There were a few text messages exchanged with The Athlete. He told me where his entorage was was drinking. I played like I was considering going once I left Lucy's house. When it got to that time, I politely pulled myself out of the running. Too tired. Too gross from manual labor. Have fun without me.

We exchanged a few other text messages in which he further attemped to convince me. I went to bed.

Only to be awoken by a phone call. Him. Drunk dial.

Come and hang out with me. I couldn't tell you how many times he asked.
You're adorable. He said it at least 20 times.
I decided that you were cute when you would look at me and give me that little half smile. Almost arrogant.

I refused to see him tonight. I'm at Mom and Dad's. He's over by my house. I told him that I was getting up early. He said that he was, too. I told him that I would clear my calendar for any other time. He proposed lunch tomorrow. And then asked me, again, to see him tonight.

He leaves for Europe on Wednesday, people. Wednesday.

Oh, the timing. Damnit.


Stace said...

A you got a drunk dial!!!!! :) That's crazy, he likes you, how long is he going to be in Europe? You could always go visit him! So we are doing lunch right? You did say yes right? We will need details, just in case you were wondering.

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