Trouble in Paradise
I. Am. A. Major. Idiot.
If you couldn't tell, I'm a major idiot. Why? I just called him. The intention? To talk. Get to know him better than these last seven years have afforded.
It didn't work.
He answered the phone. I asked how he was doing ... he said good, you? ... good. how's your summer job? ... good ... are you busy? ... no ... well, sorry about this, my baby cousin and I were looking through my directory and she wanted to call you ... oh really? ... um, yeah so i spose ill talk to you later ... bye ... bye
AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!! When will I EVER learn? The plan ... DON'T TALK TO HIM - not about saturday and definately NOT ON THE PHONE! Why? We live an hour away from each other - well, currently only 15 minutes away, but he doesn't know that, and the fact s driving me insane! ANyway ... THE PLAN - when at the dances! Turn on charm, flirt, dance! Talk if there's an opportunity - get a better feel for the situation!!
What happens?
I call him.
Why?
Because I want to hear his voice.
You know what I say to that?
DAMN HIM! DAMN ME! I AM SUCH AN EFFING IDIOT!!!!
*Pounds forhead a few times* Maybe I should never fantasize about us together? I mean ... that was my theory before and look where it got me! MILD SANITY!!
Because of this idiocy, I can never talk to him again. Ever.
Blessed Be
Brandi
If you couldn't tell, I'm a major idiot. Why? I just called him. The intention? To talk. Get to know him better than these last seven years have afforded.
It didn't work.
He answered the phone. I asked how he was doing ... he said good, you? ... good. how's your summer job? ... good ... are you busy? ... no ... well, sorry about this, my baby cousin and I were looking through my directory and she wanted to call you ... oh really? ... um, yeah so i spose ill talk to you later ... bye ... bye
AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!! When will I EVER learn? The plan ... DON'T TALK TO HIM - not about saturday and definately NOT ON THE PHONE! Why? We live an hour away from each other - well, currently only 15 minutes away, but he doesn't know that, and the fact s driving me insane! ANyway ... THE PLAN - when at the dances! Turn on charm, flirt, dance! Talk if there's an opportunity - get a better feel for the situation!!
What happens?
I call him.
Why?
Because I want to hear his voice.
You know what I say to that?
DAMN HIM! DAMN ME! I AM SUCH AN EFFING IDIOT!!!!
*Pounds forhead a few times* Maybe I should never fantasize about us together? I mean ... that was my theory before and look where it got me! MILD SANITY!!
Because of this idiocy, I can never talk to him again. Ever.
Blessed Be
Brandi