When I was 14, my hair started going through The Change. Buh bye silky tresses. Um, what's up and what do I do with you frizz that is about one year before mousse and gel of the 1980s? I learned early on that after washing my hair and drying it, putting on what those damned kids today call a "beanie" would help domesticate my increasingly wild and disobedient hair.
I decided tonight to take a siphon a sip out of the Asshole Keg. It was a little bitter but only for an incredibly short time. Flip has been really scant on the invitations to his home and with the quality time together. Taking him to appointments without seeing him otherwise is not Quality Time. I suppose I could be That Girl who says "It doesn't matter what we're doing, as long as I'm with YOU" but that's not really the case for me at this point. Make an effort to see me. If it wasn't for him needing rides then this week would not have happened. Oh, I did go to his house one night for the All Star Game...for an hour. For forty five minutes he went to town on a plate of Chinese food. Then when I announced I'd be leaving in a few minutes, he pulled me closer but didn't ask me to stay any longer. Tonight he still didn't ask me by, although I've mentioned to him in a direct way that we haven't been together this week since Sunday (and we live seven minutes apart). I guess he figures why do today what will inevitably happen tomorrow. We'll be in the hotel room, having gone to a wedding that I am spending all the money on. Read: $200. $110 for the room and then I had to go buy a dress that enjoys the extra boob and ignores the extra gut. So really. Money can't buy love but can it buy some time together? Or at least make you feel like you should tend to the voices outside of your head for awhile?
He called me today at work..one of those planned calls where he announces he has to leave the house in 5 minutes so thought he would call. Maybe a Pollyanna would say "Yay! He called!" But no, sorry folks. I'm a Scorpio. That's not at all how I see it. I see it as "I'd better call her and make it look like I want to talk to her and that I'm putting in a reach out here and there but I don't feel like calling. I'll call before I leave so that we can't stay on the phone." That's what you do to people who annoy you. To people that you like or are related to and feel the guilt of having to return a phone call even though you'd rather eat your own clipped toenails with heavy cream for dinner than call them.
He was also coming into my area of town but didn't suggest meeting up as we used to do.
He'll say I'm being negative. I call it realistic.
So when I spoke to him tonight I mentioned that I was having a nice cold Erdinger tonight and was frosting up my glass in the freezer. He mentioned more than once after that how much he'd love one. His salesman tactics are rather hard to ignore. Yes, I have a six pack. Yes, I would normally be happy to share. The me of last week would bequeath him....please do stop by and I will give you a couple to take home. (Insert rude, red Family Feud 'X' here). Sorry. I can't have him stop by just to pick up alcohol if he can't bother to come see me or make plans with me. That would really be chumping myself out. Especially since the wedding couple wouldn't know my name even though I've been in the family for three years and am running around like crazy tomorrow morning to get the Teen to her father and feed all my animals two days worth before leaving. All that besides getting beautiful! (And here is the dress I will be wearing. My boobs thankfully look way better in it than the mannequin's does.)
So I am going to give my little man piggie some probiotics, paint my nails and then pass out until the Beerless Wonder decides to call. Cheers, Thirteenthers....here's to a great weekend.
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