Just as I was finishing up my last post on The Anti Soc (notice: 1:30am on a Sunday...meaning home all night on a Saturday...dateless...), I noticed a missed call on my phone...1:05am...
The Kid.
I hadn't heard from the kid since Thanksgiving when he mysteriously dropped off the face of the earth.
I know not to have any expectations. I'm certain it was either an Accidental Ass Call (but there was no VM with just shuffling sounds and muffled voices), he meant to call someone else and her name was close to mine, or he was drunk enough to confront me to tell me to stop cyberstalking him.
Yes, I've been cyberstalking him. I'm obsessed. He's kinda ruined me right now...the connection in conversation was too great not to be bummed when I don't get that with the other losers I've been encountering. And he works in web design, he probably knows all the tricks on finding out who's checking out your websites. Bah. I've been caught.
OR, he could have called because he remembered our great conversations and connection and thought to check in to see what was up with me at which point he'd profess his instant love and we'd overlook our age difference and we'd end up happily ever after.
Right?
I'm not calling him back. The fantasy of him is most certainly bound to be better than the reality...
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