NOT Not Boyfriend
Ok. I’m just going to put to bed the rumors that the boy I kissed on Valentine’s Day was Not Boyfriend. It wasn’t. I HAVE mentioned the boy I kissed in the blog before, but I will also say it’s no one that I’ve previously dated. See how it’s like a big cryptic puzzle?
Here’s why it couldn’t be Not Boyfriend. Because in the year that we didn’t date, there was PLENTY of kissing. The only thing “not” about our relationship was the fact that it wasn’t labeled as such. Plus, I’ve known him for more than two years – specifically, I’ve known him for 17 years. Also, you may remember that Not Boyfriend moved to Nevada at the end of December, therefore, he wouldn’t have been here on Valentine’s Day(although he did call), therefore, I wouldn’t have been kissing him. Sillies. I’ll be kissing him NEXT weekend, when he comes home to visit. Oh no I won’t…or WILL I?
And to deflect the questions that will no doubt arise from this, as it turns out, he’s better at keeping in touch then I thought he would be. When he left, I thought that would be the end. But he calls me at least once a week, which I’m continually surprised about. Obviously I’m not pining away for him over here, but it’s nice to know he misses me.
Also, in case you were wondering, I'm not sure when I'll be seeing the boy I kissed again. We've talked on the phone, but haven't made any plans to totally make out. What? I mean, no plans to hang out. Heh.
I was awakened from a deep sleep this morning by the ringing of my cell phone. It was P.I.C. drunk dialing me from Vegas. I can say with certainty that this is the first time I’ve ever been drunk dialed at 6:30 a.m. He and his buddies were on their way to breakfast after not being to bed yet and he wanted to say hi. I called him an hour and a half later because I forgot to tell him something (they were just finishing breakfast and getting ready for more gambling) and he only vaguely remembered calling me and was also wondering why on earth I was awake so early. I think I said “It’s EIGHT O’CLOCK!!” about fifty times. That’s the kind of fun me and my girls will be having in Vegas in two short months.
Soon you will fear me
We’re stepping it up in boxing. Last night we did some combinations and then some give and take – the give and take was interesting because we were actually punching each other. Awesome. Pansy Boy wasn’t there, so I’m wondering if he gave up. Anyway, I felt pretty good – like I’m making some progress, even though I still can’t wrap my own hands. I’ve got to practice that – I feel like a big baby when the coach has to do it. And I only got smacked in the head once for not keeping my hands up. See? Progress.