Feb 4th 2010.
[NSFW] Today I’d like to give a toast to the late night “booty call”. No, I did not partake in this hanky-panky, nor did I do the walk of shame on this otherwise beautiful morning. I did however wake up to a barrage of missed calls and texts from my main man, the one dude I pined over for years and years, the one I longed to get with since the day I laid eyes on him Feb 4th 2006! Four years my friends. I had wanted this boy for so long, but he never seemed interested. I eventually gave up. I went through a couple of relationships and he slowly faded from my memory, until recently. Newly single, a few months back GUESS WHO calls me at 3:32 in the morning. Words cannot describe the feeling of wanting something for FOUR years and having it right there, right next to you. Game on! -from that point on. The chemistry was undeniable. Last night I lay in bed asleep until I felt my phone ringing from the other side of the mattress. Thinking it was my best friend, or maybe even my stupid ex; I glance over at the phone and saw that it was this man (who shall remain nameless). & here’s the weird part people, I didn’t answer. I watched it illuminate and ring and scream “Answer the fucking phone Heather, you know you want it!”, but I didn’t. I can’t explain my reasoning for not taking the call and spending my evening/morning scantily clad with a beautiful boy, other than to say I suddenly felt really guilty. Now why would I feel guilty? C’mon Heather, get it together. Oh yeah that’s right. I’m starting to crush on someone, I can feel the giddy 12 year old girl wearing a sparkly pink blouse inside my head, patiently waiting cross-legged for this boy to come around. This glittery little prick ruined my sex life, keeps my stress level at an all-time high and makes me babble like an idiot around cute boys. So what now? Here I am, Thursday morning sitting in front of a beautiful view of the city, blogging and drinking my coffee. I’m about to go take my medications; never to forget the baby aspirin! as my doctor so kindly reminds me. Back to my routine, back to the boring, to sit and wait and hope for whatever the hell I’m waiting for- to play out.
