Staying in with a friend, a bottle of wine and some romantic tat on the box last night didn't prepare me for a surprise at bedtime:
Tall Boy texting to tell me he was in my area and what I was up to? The classic booty text, half an hour to midnight.
I couldn't resist replying though, with a little jab at how inappropriate I thought this type of message was. Was he drunk?
He called me, rambling but not slurring his words, and suggested: "Why don't I just get a cab and come round for a bit, we could have a drink and talk, I won't stay long...".
I was just getting cozy in my nightdress and snuggling under the covers, so I chatted for about ten minutes but told him, quite firmly that I was going to bed and he could always arrange something with a bit more warning. It was 00:15, I should have been asleep and a copy of "Why Men Marry Bitches" http://www.amazon.co.uk/Why-Men-Marry-Bitches-Winning/dp/074327637X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1207130828&sr=1-1 glared at me from the pillow next to me, reminding me to keep my dignity.
I wished him a good night, hung up and turned my phone on silence.
This morning, two more texts, obviously sent as he was missing me from home.
He had looked forward to be "entertained by me", and wanted to "tell me things".
"What things?" I asked him from my way to work. "I will tell you when we next see each other", he replied.
I guess I am curious, but I won't hold my breath.
2008-04-02 @ 11:45