Played poker last night (and won). Miss W obsesses about me calling her. I had not called her since Sunday morning. I expected her to show up at the bar last night with both sigh guns loaded and eyes loaded for rolling.
That did not happen.
When I came out of the back room to get a beer from Miss Smile I saw W at the bar. She was all decked out. Dressed like she was going out for dinner. I came over with my asbestos suit on prepped for the third degree.
She was all smiles and happiness. No mention of the no calls, no negative words.
She talked to someone. No doubt. She must have bitched to someone about how distant I've been. They gave her the 'get off his nuts' advice... he will come to you if you stop hunting him.
How do I know this?
I smelled it. How about that? I know it.
I know the act I saw last night took an amazing amount of effort on her part. She wants this to work... she has big plans for us. Seeing the effort broke my careless shitbag heart. I hope I don't do too much damage.
L is getting a package I overnighted. It should be at her apartment around noon... there when she gets home. She was the highlight of my day yesterday and I want to get all my work done today so I can call her. Now I am a shitbag careless ogre who is acting giddy like a twelve-year old who just made a mix tape for the girl in his math class.
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell
I'm doing here?
I don't belong here