I set my alarm for 0540 and all my soldiers know the drill for tomorrow morning and I cant help but look at what two options lie ahead of me this week. Either she calls, writes, sends smoke signals, or somehow telepathically sends the message that I buy the tickets and she spends a week her as the first one of my friends from the GREAT STATE of Connecticut to visit and see my new house. And maybe, just maybe all our talking becomes real and she jumps into my arms and we start what could be the final chapter in Chriss' dirty sexy casual and yet sometimes monogamous romantic dating story. Bachelorhood has worn me thin. I come out of it clean and sober ready to have paint fights and soap fights and fight fights for the next 5o years.....then make up over the course of 3-5 naked days where the only words we speak will be broken by screams of joy. Yea, that may not be marriage but it is in my fantasy.
Enter option 2: She pulls the same crap as last week and doesn't call because her family is having to move out of their house and somehow Uhaul has a policy where you cant be in love and move furniture at the same time. (That was sarcasm people, try to keep up). She doesnt call, the price on tickets goes through the roof and next weekend instead of a saint I will be less than a saint. I will be as wonderful and useful as a second a-hole on your hip. Then I will get over it in a matter of a day and be mopey until I have another possible visit to look forward to again.
Ok call it what you will, but woman got the power. Especially in a situation where a guy is really sick of meeting "the same type" of girl. The kind that puts on the best face for date 1 and then its like a roller coaster from then on, and youre looking back at the place you started going.......wtf? It was so nice back there. Recently dodged a bullet, Matrix style, from a girl who just wants someone to split the bills because of her 6 year old son. I said friends, she said...."come over, now" " Why arent you coming over?" " If you dont come over im going to tell your commander" ( All in the course of 30 minutes.....phone was in the truck) I gotta get out of this town. Or just keep hoping this angel gets back to me before she loses her wings in my eyes. Ladies....if you're reading, call him. He'd like that!
Enter option 2: She pulls the same crap as last week and doesn't call because her family is having to move out of their house and somehow Uhaul has a policy where you cant be in love and move furniture at the same time. (That was sarcasm people, try to keep up). She doesnt call, the price on tickets goes through the roof and next weekend instead of a saint I will be less than a saint. I will be as wonderful and useful as a second a-hole on your hip. Then I will get over it in a matter of a day and be mopey until I have another possible visit to look forward to again.
Ok call it what you will, but woman got the power. Especially in a situation where a guy is really sick of meeting "the same type" of girl. The kind that puts on the best face for date 1 and then its like a roller coaster from then on, and youre looking back at the place you started going.......wtf? It was so nice back there. Recently dodged a bullet, Matrix style, from a girl who just wants someone to split the bills because of her 6 year old son. I said friends, she said...."come over, now" " Why arent you coming over?" " If you dont come over im going to tell your commander" ( All in the course of 30 minutes.....phone was in the truck) I gotta get out of this town. Or just keep hoping this angel gets back to me before she loses her wings in my eyes. Ladies....if you're reading, call him. He'd like that!
Hope things work out the way you want them to. I know I'm getting tired of being single myself...