I suppose it's about time for an update. It's been pretty quiet on the blog front. Let's see.. let's see.. where to begin?
Ah, yes. Chris.. whom I like to refer to as "Raleigh." He's from there. Original, I know. I am always skeptical about long distances.. be it 30 mins away or 2 hours. I lack a ton of free time.. so I'm not a fan of spending a lot of time driving back and forth. Anyways, back to Raleigh. He likes to text. I mean.. a LOT. He never calls, and when I call him, he will text back 10 mins later with a "hey.. just saw you called." Well, no shit, Sherlock. Call a girl back. After nearly two months of this ( i know you're thinking, TWO MONTHS?! are you crazy?- the answer is yes) with no meeting, I had to break up with him. And by break up with him, I mean text him and tell him I no longer wish to receive his text messages asking me what i'm wearing. (<-- lounging in my flannel footies... suuuure i'm wearing a sexy lace bra and panties... puhleeze. )
I particularly loved my conversation with ****. We'll keep his name private for the sake of deushy-ness. Our exchange went a little something like this:
**: Call me.
me: Call you what? ;)
**: my phone, baby.
me: Yes, that was implied, i was kidding. I don't even know you!
**: You'd love me.
me: Oh, is that right? Why do you think that?
**: I'm hung.
me: Well, let's hope that's not the only decent qaulity you have. I think it's clear what you're after.
**: You don't want me?
me: You've gotta be kidding me.
**: nope
me: Does this work for you often?
** nope, lol.
me: Didn't think so.
**: You really will love it.
me: I think we're done here.
THE END.
My 21 year old boyfriend came around for a few days. Something is still awfully sketchy about him. I think i'll tell him to look me up when he hits puberty.
And then... there was Tim. Tim is a slow and steady. After what felt like 100 email exchanges, he FINALLY asked me to have a drink. Jeesh. That was two weeks ago. We're friends on the ole FB, but we haven't really been talking much. He asked me on Monday to go out with him on Thursday. Wait, what day is it? It's Thursday today? No word from Tim? No. Doesn't he know I have standing weekly plans to down a bottle of wine on Thursdays? Obviously not.