…SMS
April 7, 2008 at 12:22 am (geeki, lust, Mr Right, Omni) (botox, flirting, iPhone, love life, Mr Right, proposal, sms, text, text message, vegas, wrinkles)
MR 18:00 I’m sorry
ML 18:10 (Is that too quick to respond?)
What about?
(^Is trying to be aloof)
(The wait for response = agonizing)
MR 1840 Went out with James.
ML 1940 (I make him wait, I’m such a stereotype)
Does James give you sexual pleasure?
(This is me being funny, trying to wind him up. MR is aloof, enigmatic, and STRAIGHT)
MR 1950 Want me to come over there and slap you?
(tease)
ML 1955
Is that an offer?
MR 2030 (why didn’t he respond sooner)
Can’t make it.
(WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY)
ML 2100
ok.
MR 2105 You’re upset with me.
ML 2130 No I’m not. We’re not married.
(Not technically true…there was a night in Vegas. But it was quickly annulled)
MR 2135 Will you marry me?
ML 2145 What?
D&G BOY: 2145 What are you up to tonight?
(Depressurisation occurs.)
Okay…now we take a deep breath…ever heard of a cataclysm? An event of cosmic and biblical proportion that sends senses and geography spiralling…That’s what that feels like.
MR proposes (clearly a joke – does he know how that hurts) D&Gboy …WHERE DID HE GET MY NUMBER FROM! He must have asked someone. He must have. I didn’t give it him. I wanted to. I really wanted to. But I didn’t, because I’m good and involved and in love.
Reponses are the following:
ML (to MR) 2200.
I’m getting a cab. We need to talk.
ML (to D&Gboy) 2201
?
(I don’t know what to do.)
The outcome.
One night with MR. Good. Sweet. Pleasurable. Satisfying. = One night wondering how D&Gboy got my number. I hate anxiety. It gives me wrinkles. In the morning I booked in for a botox appointment. No response from D&G.
On the plus side. I have fallen in love with my iPhone.
…construction
March 27, 2008 at 6:23 pm (ego, geeki, Omni) (ego)
missylabelled.com
for now.
Ugly as sin.
