so a few days ago, i get a sudden phone call, at 8am. it’s my old girl pal, whom i haven’t really had any substantial conversation with in several weeks or more.
“hey! so, uh… what are you doing today?”
“er, ah… nothing, far as i know… er, why?”
“I’m coming over. see you in a few minutes.”
(last time i actually had a real conversation with her, she lived way up near Chicago; she lives in Indy now. so i was more than a little startled.)
so she stayed here for a few wonderful (if utterly uneventful) days!
it was basically blissful for me, because i’m just so fond of her.
i used to be head over heels for her, and of course, it’s hard not to have SOME feelings for someone just like her (of which there are precisely none), but i’m all cool. seriously! i sure did have a couple of brief moments when i wanted to totally come on to her, but i didn’t at all. and my heart’s completely solid… no bumps or bruises whatsoever.
there was about a molecule of actual flirtation, several picograms of near-cuddlation, five or six hours of close slumber, and lots and lots of warmth. (plus about twenty hours of excellent movies.) so that was just awesome.
i enjoy her company more than almost anyone else in the world.
to Mrs Bubba: thanks a million!
