Late Friday night I added Houston Guy back as a friend on Crackbook. I was just like, ugh, whatev. I didn’t talk to him at all this weekend, aside from a “Hey, happy birthday” text I sent him Friday evening.

A little while ago, he IM’d me through Crackbook, we went back and forth a bit about massages (I got one tonight), then he called me.

U-g-h. I thought about letting it go to VM but thought, no, I need to deal with this.

OMG. Most awkward phone conversation EVAH. It was terrible.

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I answered the phone and was like, hey, how are you? He said, “good,” and then just silence. I was like, ummmm what’s up? And he really didn’t have anything to say. And a few minutes later he said, “I”m glad we’re back to talking” and I started laughing because I thought he was being sarcastic but he wasn’t!!!

I was sure that he was going to say something, anything, about our conversation Friday, but if he had planned to, he lost his nerve. I pretty much led the conversation and after 15 minutes, thought, fuck this shit, and started fake yawning and talking about my massage again.

I’m sure he thought I was blowing him off but fuck. As Miss Laci said, “Aren’t women the ones who are supposed to call for no reason????”