Have yourself a Merry Little Complex.

Here I was thinking that I was finally getting somewhere with Steve1. I have had a bit of a complex thinking that perhaps he just asked for my number because I had that horrible look of despiration on my face? Maybe I was having a bad day and some guy finally working up the courage to ask for my number, would totally cheer me up. Well. Hmm. That only works if you actually use the number in the next YEAR and call her. Anyway. He never called. Saturday night T and J had the great plan of calling Steve to hang out with us. Sure why not. It was a group deal so it wasn't all awkward and shit. Sure enough my liquid courage kicked in and there we were all wrapped around each other. We end up back at my place to watch a movie. I just grew a pair of balls and asked him why he never called. Why wonder when the man with the answer is right there? I told him that I was starting to get a complex because he never called. He laughed and said "It wasn't you, you weren't the reason I didn't call". Um. K. So? There was a sly little kiss and the subject dropped. So he stays the night. It's all innocent cuddly wuddly. (That shall be the subject of another post!) Here it is Tuesday and he hasn't called. Yup, tis the season for a complex.-V