I talked to J tonight for about 15 minutes after he got home from work. Basic conversation, I could tell he was tired, we didn’t talk long. A few minutes later, he called back, which he does quite often. He can be CHATTY. Like, I can talk but damn. He really takes the cake sometimes. But, I answered tonight. (I have been known to, ahem, send him to VM. LOL) 

This is basically how the conversation went:

Me: “Hey.”

Him: “Hey. Look, I don’t know if I told you or not, but last night was one of the best nights that I’ve had in a really long time. And I don’t mean just the sex either.”

Me (interrupting): “Ohhhh, thank you. I had a really, really good time with you too.” 

Him: “Really?”

Me: *rolling eyes* LOL “Yeah … umm remember I didn’t leave until you had to do laundry, right?”

Him: *laughs* “I’m not leaving for home until Tuesday, I mean, what’s the rush, so I’d really like to see you again before I go.” 

Me: *giggles*

Then that was that and we got off the phone … and I’m still giggling and swooning and smiling.

… you can’t remember the damn name of the blog you haven’t posted to in months. 

Le sigh.

Ok, so I’m feeling like the main blog is getting a bit overrun with my gaga ramblings about J and how cute and adorable and everything that he is. So I thought I’d bring the lovefest over here. Once I remembered my log-in information, that is. 

Tonight he was telling me that he’s been talking a lot about me to his friends and they think I sound pretty great. And he thinks that I’m pretty great. I mean, that’s awesome, ’cause I HAVEN’T SAID A WORD ABOUT HIM. Not like I’m blogging about him daily or texting his photo up and down the eastern seaboard. LOL 

I was complaining about work, which I apologized for, because I try to be positive, but he told me I hadn’t complained at all in the time that we’ve known each other and that it made him mad to hear me talk like that because he didn’t want me to have to deal with any of that stuff. Awww. Macho is kind of nice sometimes. 

Then he went on this roll about how I have my life together, etc., (which ummm I totally don’t and guys I date totally think that I do) and I have a great job and my graduate degree is halfway done and then he hit on the true way to my heart … he said, “And don’t think that I haven’t gone online and researched the surgery that you had. I think you are absolutely beautiful now — absolutely beautiful! — but you are just getting ready to break out and be a star!”

Ok, that last part got a little hokey but it was still very sweet. 

He also alluded to telling his mother about me as he thought she would enjoy my election-day anecdote … and he said he was fully prepared to answer questions about me from her …

Le sigh. 

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????”