Tonight's phone call...

Saccharine called. Some of my smarter friends have told me that Saccharine spent a year looking for something better, and has figured out there just isn't anything better and that I have "The One" potential.

One friend even said, "Be nice to him when he calls! I know how you can be!"

Okay, I can be bitchy when I feel I have been wronged.

But I just had such a crappy day, and my head is cloudy from crying (which I hate to admit), so that when he called, he did most of the talking.

He has a bad cold and had taken Nyquil, so I will cut him some slack. But all I could think was, "Was he this whinny and complainey when we dated?"

Still, he asked if he could call again and asked if maybe we could get together this weekend and grab some dinner. I'm cutting him some slack. And really trying not to compare him to the Professor.

This taint gonna be easy, though.