tonight.
I've been working insane hours this week and I was headed home after a twelve hour day when the phone started vibrating on my drive home.
I picked it up without looking at the Caller ID, who am I kidding, I looked at it and in a moment of weakness, I picked up the phone. I haven't seen him since the day of my car accident/Chard's birthday and we left on somewhat weird terms. I'll spare you the details, but he really pissed me off and I've done everything in my power not to call or e-mail him.
So when I saw his name pop up, I thought I would be strong enough to not pick up the phone.
Ring....
Be Strong....
Ring....
Clumsy: Yo!
Insecure Boy: What's up?
Clumsy: Not much. Drivin' home from work.
Insecure Boy: Wow. Twelve hours at work wasn't enough for you?
Clumsy: (chuckle) Nah, It's my third one this week.
Insecure Boy: Hope they're payin' you enough.
Clumsy: Nope, but I'm working on it, gonna ask for a raise. I hardly have enough money to pay the bills and then I have to try and feed myself, although my dad is always excited when I lose weight. My family's weird like that. I'll tell him I can't afford food and he'll tell me I look great. Thanks, Dad, it's called the Almost Starving Diet. (this is where the Chatterbox part of my name comes from...seriously Clumsy, shut your trap!)
Insecure Boy: (chuckle chuckle...a little drawn out if you ask me) I was calling to invite you to my birthday party. It's actually pretty chill. I'm having people over tomorrow night, just a small group.
Clumsy: Wow, happy birthday. Sorry, I can't come, I'm singing in a wedding this weekend.
Insecure Boy: Isn't this your sixth one this year?
Clumsy: Something like that, working to break the world record.
Insecure Boy: Nice. Well, then since we're both poor, why don't you come over for drinks at my place in the next week or so? My alcohol is free. Or at least already paid for and we can save money by staying in and drinking here.
Clumsy: Sounds good. I'll bring the heartache, you bring the hard on.
(Just seeing if you were paying attention...I just said the first sentence.)
Insecure Boy: Cool. Call me next week.
Clumsy: Happy Birthday.
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Thank goodness for that wedding this weekend!
there is no judgment here for your weakness. we all do it. its ok.
and i was paying attention and i loved the "heartache, hard-on" line. classic.
:)
God, I sure don't miss dating. I like the fact he is trying to ask you out without asking you out. Very zen and cowardly at the same time.
That line should go down in history... and it should be said at least once by every woman IMO! "I'll bring the heartache, you bring the hardon" ROTFLMAO!
"I'll bring the heartache, you bring the hrad on." HAHAHAHA! I think I just woke Elle up because I was laughing so hard!
Man I had one of those try-and-be-strong-weak-moments today too…whatever you know you said the second sentence…lol
You totally should have said that line! That is such a move I'd make, totally a glutton for punishment until I can think of an excuse to get out of it.
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