B-E-G - Hang in there. Didn't you know mindreader is in the friggin job description? Work by osmosis. Also, I love it that you know about baseball and horse racing. You're so cool!
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Ok, Dr. E finally FINALLY fucking called.
Sheesh.... and me.... I still suck.
Same thing as usual. I wondered why he's not calling me, go through all my doomsday scenarios, etc.
I remained calm on the phone while secretly wanting to jump and cry and be all happy.
And every time it's no big deal to him. He misses me. He's been busy doing things. No apology for not calling. Because he's a guy. They don't understand that the phone call is critical. (ok, some of them... ok, most of them... Burns, you're excluded)
Twenty five minute conversation. He thinks about me all the time. He misses me very much. "You're the only thing about Houston I miss." His voice. It actually was sincere.
He sounded so relaxed. He was finally just hanging out for a change. He's not a phone person. I think the longest conversation we had ever had was like 10 minutes.
He's currently making arrangements to come to Houston. He may stay with me or another friend, but he wants to spend a few days together... sans Zoe if possible.
I still don't know how I feel about this.
I hate it that I want to workout like crazy and eat really clean, and scrub my house until he gets here so that he will think I've been too busy to miss him.
I hate it that this call changed my mood for the day. (Lara said to another coworker, "If you want something from Deb, you better ask now. She's in a really good mood." He asked if I got laid last night or something.)
I hate it that I will be really sad if he changes plans and doesn't come.
Mostly I feel like a dork for attaching some of my happiness to him and to how I feel without him.
Just when I was adjusting to life without him. Working more at work (don't call Guiness just yet). Writing here (heh), reading, gardening, playing with Zoe. Sheesh.
I think I am going to pretend I never got that call and to get busy with getting on with my life.
Shit.