Well Dr. Egypt called to say he was too tired and had too many unstable patients to go to the Rockets game, but he still wanted me to see him. This I didn't mind so much. I couldn't figure out what I would wear to the game anyway.
I show up at his house and he's laughing. Turns out the tickets were for the previous night.
We had a nice time. Watched some tv. Slow danced in his living room...we made up for the hamster night.
He actually wanted to go somewhere, so we hit my favorite Tex Mex. Ah, the food of the gods.
Nice evening. A little wistful. The subject of moving brought up several times. He is so sad about missing me he said. He says he will really try to see me/keep in touch. I told him that I just would like to hear from him once in a while, even if it is to tell me he's too busy to talk.
Then *dread* the drive home. My ex calls my cellphone 4 times in 3 minutes. It's not even 10pm yet. I finally call back to tell him that my *girl* friend and I went to the movies because she got the dates mixed up on the basketball tickets.
*remember the married to the mob thing* Well, my ex said that he knew there wasn't a game tonight. He just wanted to see if I'd lie to him about it.
Dirtbag.
Happily single *yipee*