High Road and Booty Call.

"I love that smile, you know I do. I think about it all the time"

*sigh.*

If not for that one comment late night Saturday, this weekend could have been much uglier than it already was. So thank you to Pville Guy for making "booty calls on Saturday night" really just ways to make me feel like the prettiest girl ever. Although, it almost didn't happen that way.

PVILLE GUY: "Hey want to have a quicky?" (10:39 PM Saturday)
ME: " in my pajamas already!"
PVILLE GUY: "Does anyone say pajamas n e more?"
ME: "Really, why do you hate me? Are you going to tell me how to get to your house?"
PVILLE GUY: "You have twenty minutes to get here."
ME: "...and here is?"
PVILLE GUY: "Twenty minutes." (by the way, Painesville is like 45 min from my house)
ME: "That's not fair!"
PVILLE GUY: "Better stop complaining and hurry up."

Well, the complaining went on for at least another twenty minutes and just when I thought I had completely chased away any opportunity of "cuddle-time," he called with directions. Then I realized I don't need directions because my super cool new phone has GPS!

I must admit, pulling up to see a grown man in his boxers and tshirt standing out in the freezing cold for me really made me forget for a few minutes what happened the day before (see below). He made a mock angry face, quickly cracking to a smile. My knees got weak (possibly because I hadn't eaten anything in two days). I threw my arms around him and then he reminded me of something that I had secretly hoped had disappeared somehow. "My son's asleep, so we have to be quiet."

So, after tip-toing around like teenagers past curfew, the night ended up rather well. Of course, we did discuss the fact that perhaps meeting said child would not be really appropriate the next morning (to which I completely agree because (a) i'm not ready for that just yet and (b) especially not while beginning the walk of shame home.

"Don't let this (the situation with John) consume you," he said to me before I got in my car. "Let it go."

So, later that day, I sucked it up and decided to take the high road. After all, I had someone to care about that cares about me. I had to do what I was afraid of the most and that was say goodbye to John.

"You can be mad all you want. I will care about you forever and will be here for you if you ever need me." TEXT TO JOHN

Yet somehow this led to more arguing. So then finally, we decided that we will not speak to each other, at least for right now. So I knew what I had to do next.

"I'm sorry for what I said about you without getting to know you. I'm sure you are a good person/mother because John is crazy about you. I wish you both the best. He asked advice about u. I told him to be honest and he will. I told him to listen to u and he will. Don't rush him into saying I love you, he'll do that on his own terms. His mom is scary but she is good people. He is very faithful. Treat him well or we will have problems. u win." TEXT FROM ME TO FCOG

"It's not a game. U win means nothing. Please don't text me ne more." TEXT FROM FCOG proving she is an FCOG.

So, taking the high road sucks so far. I am swallowing my pride and doing what I should have done all along. Let him figure out that this is a big mistake (because it is, my intuition is never wrong).

Until next time, hoping I get my appetite back.