He Called!

It’s been a week and three days since I last heard from my squeeze.

Then today, out of the blue, completely unexpected…

And just when I was making new plans for the upcoming weekend I’d intended to spend mostly with him…

He called!

To say that I was surprised is to exactly define my reaction.

I’d long given up on hearing from him, resigned to the belief that his un-serious ass had decided to shack up at the Black Man’s Fan Club and enjoy multiple sexual favours from women he didn’t know in rooms full of spectators.

I’d moved on.

And I’d picked up writing and filled the void in my life that usually would have had me dying for some communication from him.

In all this time (a week and three days) I haven’t heard a peep from him!

No text, no phone-call, despite the text messages that I sent him.

Okay, so they weren’t exactly text messages designed to elicit a response, like, “Hey, how’s your day going?” or “Hey, are you having a good day?”

No, they were more along the lines of, “Hey, I hope you’re having a good day. Just finished work and on my way home now. Chat later. x x x”

Anyhoo, that aside, he called and the romance, as it were, is back on.

To use my sister’s words, if I don’t hang on to him, it’ll only be some other chump who’s in my life in the next few months and this guy is not only fine but treats me nice too.

So hey, here’s to that upcoming weekend!