And last night we talked on the phone for hours. Well, maybe an hour and a half. I felt like such a fucking teenager, it was great!
And so, after spending two days obsessing about the boy, I have abandoned thought of him to obsess about her. Day 2 of that right now. Also she and I are SMS-ing back and forth like our father’s still pay our bills. Well, hers might. Mine doesn’t. Yeesh, what a chump I am.
But sort of a giddy chump, really. Trying to find subtle ways to get her to stop working and come over to my place.
Life’s not such a bad thing.
(Stay tuned for the inevitable slump.)