It’s three twenty six in the morning, and he calls, and flippantly asks, 'What you doing?' 'I’m in the zone,' I complain. It’s a lie. I just got home, and have spent the last ten minutes thinking of him.
No way, I ain’t your booty call.
Either you come here or I’m coming there.
Ok, come here then.
You know I can’t come there.
So come here.
Yes way, I just want to talk.
Listen mister If I am coming there, the last thing I want to do is talk to you. And I don’t want to come there right now.
Yes you do.
Ok, so maybe I do, but I’m not coming.
Yes you are…
I’m not coming, we are over, your over, this is over.
So he gets quiet like a mouse and says ok.
And I say bye.
And then I lay in bed for two minutes, and drive myself over.
And its good, way better than it ever was. It’s so good.
Almost worth the drive to Acton.