I suppose another weekend...

...will go by without hearing from the plumber. I cant believe I've let this guy get to me. I think about him way too much, pretty much constantly. Last weekend not a word, then come Tuesday morning, 530am, he calls me wanting me to come over! WTF! I said "you shoulda called me Fri or Sat night." Anyways, of course, had it been a decent hour, my ass woulda been right over there...I just so lust after that boy!

So here I sit, another Fri night, just ordered a pizza, hoping like mad that he calls and wants to see me. Of course, I'm playing it off and will play it off if he calls - he has no idea how much I dig him - and it will stay that way.

I think I need to find something or someone else to occupy my time. This can't be good, I dont see anything good coming out of it at this point. I think he's just a young, lost soul that wants to play, and I am the polar opposite.

** le sigh ** Typical Molly, wanting something she can't have. Just wont ever change.