Missed connections and awkward conversations
Called the Professor on my way home--he had an emergency when a friend of his was lost in Illinois--driving drunk--he was trying to convince the guy to pull over and wait to be picked up. So, he couldn't talk.
He called me about an hour later, and I wasn't available, so he left a message.
So, I called him about quarter to 9:00, and he is at his son's football banquet. I was ready to tell him we'll talk later, but I guess he had to ease his conscience and asked if I hated him.
I told him no, and that actually, I was expecting this before now.
"Oh."
I did get to say my piece that it was low class to say it in an e-mail, especially one that came to me at work when I had a class. (Really, I didn't have a class at that time, but I just wanted him to think, "huh, guess that was thoughtless, or at the very least careless.")
"Well, I started out by saying we need to talk, so you knew it wasn't the last word on it. I just wanted to tell you what was on my mind, and it became this long e-mail. I didn't mean for it to."
He reiterated that it was him and not me. I wanted to say that that is such a cliche I could scream. But then again, I know it IS him and not me. The boy has issues, no matter how attracted I am to him.
He then said that he needed to get back to the banquet, but would call me tomorrow. I am not available tomorrow, unless he calls between 3:00-5:00. He said he'd try. He totally isn't ready to talk to me, and maybe not see me to give me the CDs. And if he does call me at that time, I will be out with the teachers before we go on a field trip until 11:00 that night. Most likely we will go out after the trip and have a few well-needed drinks. Most likely we won't talk tomorrow, either.
When we DO finally hook up to get the CDs returned to their rightful owner, you better believe I am wearing the hip jeans that look good on me and my kickin' red calf-hair, 3 1/2 inch mules. Being that we are in 30 degree weather, I doubt my top will be so sexy, and I am sure I will be wearing a coat. DAMN!
He called me about an hour later, and I wasn't available, so he left a message.
So, I called him about quarter to 9:00, and he is at his son's football banquet. I was ready to tell him we'll talk later, but I guess he had to ease his conscience and asked if I hated him.
I told him no, and that actually, I was expecting this before now.
"Oh."
I did get to say my piece that it was low class to say it in an e-mail, especially one that came to me at work when I had a class. (Really, I didn't have a class at that time, but I just wanted him to think, "huh, guess that was thoughtless, or at the very least careless.")
"Well, I started out by saying we need to talk, so you knew it wasn't the last word on it. I just wanted to tell you what was on my mind, and it became this long e-mail. I didn't mean for it to."
He reiterated that it was him and not me. I wanted to say that that is such a cliche I could scream. But then again, I know it IS him and not me. The boy has issues, no matter how attracted I am to him.
He then said that he needed to get back to the banquet, but would call me tomorrow. I am not available tomorrow, unless he calls between 3:00-5:00. He said he'd try. He totally isn't ready to talk to me, and maybe not see me to give me the CDs. And if he does call me at that time, I will be out with the teachers before we go on a field trip until 11:00 that night. Most likely we will go out after the trip and have a few well-needed drinks. Most likely we won't talk tomorrow, either.
When we DO finally hook up to get the CDs returned to their rightful owner, you better believe I am wearing the hip jeans that look good on me and my kickin' red calf-hair, 3 1/2 inch mules. Being that we are in 30 degree weather, I doubt my top will be so sexy, and I am sure I will be wearing a coat. DAMN!
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