"I just like to hear you say that."
In a (not at all) shocking turn of events, a girl that, in a just world, would have become my girlfriend YEARS ago, instead of simply being one of my closest (cuddle/snuggle/inappropriate touching) friends, has discovered the boy she had been shacking up with for the last two months whenever he was in town (he works in Alberta and is around for a few days every couple of weeks) is a jerk.
Me = Shocked.
Yup.
She's pissed off at him and doesn't want to talk to him anymore, which, OF COURSE, means that she comes running back to me.
All I want to do is tell her that it's either on like Donkey Kong or it's not on at all. I'm not going through a bunch more bullshit.
And, this throws a bit of a monkey wrench into my New Year's plans. I had been scheming to ring in the New Year with a night of inappropriate, drunken make-out sessions with my (should be) girlfriend, but now this other girl will definitely be thinking it's a given that we'll spend New Year's together, which would also likely degenerate into inappropriate, drunken make-out sessions. But, if I spend New Year's with both of them, there might be ZERO inappropriate, drunken make-out sessions (other than those two potentially making out, since I already have pictures of the one drunkenly eating chocolate fudge from the cleavage of the other, hahahahaha).
Anyways, last night, she was begging me on the phone to make time to see her before Christmas. I told her Wednesday night was my only open night.
The conversation ended with:
Her: "I love you."
Me: "What?"
Her: "I said I love you."
Me: "Huh?"
Her: "I-SAID-I-LOVE-YOU!"
Me: "Hehehe, I heard you... I just like to hear you say that."
*she pauses and waits for me to say it too*
Me: "... ... ... ... ... ..."
Her: "... ... ... ... ... ... I guess I'll call you... later?"
Me: "Okay. Talk to you later then."
Her: "Byyyyye..."
*click*
Hahahahaha. She's so cute.
I love how I alternate between owning her and being owned by her, but, ya, that would change if we ever actually officially dated because she would own my ass.
Sigh.
Me = Shocked.
Yup.
She's pissed off at him and doesn't want to talk to him anymore, which, OF COURSE, means that she comes running back to me.
All I want to do is tell her that it's either on like Donkey Kong or it's not on at all. I'm not going through a bunch more bullshit.
And, this throws a bit of a monkey wrench into my New Year's plans. I had been scheming to ring in the New Year with a night of inappropriate, drunken make-out sessions with my (should be) girlfriend, but now this other girl will definitely be thinking it's a given that we'll spend New Year's together, which would also likely degenerate into inappropriate, drunken make-out sessions. But, if I spend New Year's with both of them, there might be ZERO inappropriate, drunken make-out sessions (other than those two potentially making out, since I already have pictures of the one drunkenly eating chocolate fudge from the cleavage of the other, hahahahaha).
Anyways, last night, she was begging me on the phone to make time to see her before Christmas. I told her Wednesday night was my only open night.
The conversation ended with:
Her: "I love you."
Me: "What?"
Her: "I said I love you."
Me: "Huh?"
Her: "I-SAID-I-LOVE-YOU!"
Me: "Hehehe, I heard you... I just like to hear you say that."
*she pauses and waits for me to say it too*
Me: "... ... ... ... ... ..."
Her: "... ... ... ... ... ... I guess I'll call you... later?"
Me: "Okay. Talk to you later then."
Her: "Byyyyye..."
*click*
Hahahahaha. She's so cute.
I love how I alternate between owning her and being owned by her, but, ya, that would change if we ever actually officially dated because she would own my ass.
Sigh.