It's a brand new day!

OK- So I did it....

I called him. First let me tell you how my day went.

Went straight to bed last night after I posted Weekend Plans! I of course, remembered to turn my clocks ahead....some people did not. (I'll get to that later) Pam and Corey called at 9:30 and I got up and met them at Bojangles with Beth at 10. We all ate, then Beth and I ran by her parents house so her step dad could work on her car. We went to Michael's house, because remember in yesterdays post I said we we're gonna go to church with Sean and his parents? Well, the forgot about the time change, so church was cancelled. I did get some useful information. Michaels dad mentioned that he probably froze his ass off because he rode his Harley to the University (where I work) for a keg party last night. Interesting. But I know who had the party- nothing big. Anyway, he never emerged from his room the entire time we were there, kind good for me- I was nervous to see him for the first time in 10 weeks, I was afraid I would start crying like a big friggin' baby. Beth and I left there around Noon and went to wash my car. Then, we drove the 30 miles to the dealership to have the oil changed (it's free because its still under warranty). After we finished there we went and did some shopping. We finally got back to my parents house around 4:30. My dad and my brother both have motorcycles, so we went riding with them- it was sooo pretty out today and my mom didn't want to ride because she had work to do for her job. Anyway, we're riding- me with my dad, and Beth with Scott. We are getting ready to turn down some road, and Scott flys into this gas station- so of course, Dad follows. Who is there on their bike? Michael. It was kinda funny because I was wearing all my riding stuff he bought me and I am sure he noticed. One thing I noticed about him was he looked like he lost 30 lbs., a good sign he is probably doing something illegal. Anyway, he talked to my brother for a bit, and he even mentioned going riding one night after work this week- which I thought was strange, because if he is doing something Scott wouldn't approve of - he usually stays away from him. (Scott will just tell him what he thinks if he finds out Michael's doing drugs) Anyway, as we were leaving he looked at me with that puppy dog face he had and waved goodbye, I didn't know what to do and I was fiddling with my helmet to get it on, so I just acted like I didn't see him.

When we got back to my parents house, Beth and I took the dogs for a walk. It was really nice. Then we came home. When I got to my house, I was so frustured with seeing him I thought I was gonna cry. My mind was going a hundred miles an hour. Ever since, anything I eat comes out some way. (Sorry TMI) This is how I get when I am worried about something. I contemplated just taking a Tylonel PM and going to bed, but decided against it. I went and walked the 1 mile block around my apartment to try and clear my head. It helped a little bit.

I finally got the nerve up to call him around 8 pm. He answered on the second ring, I of course privated my number so if he didn't answer he wouldn't know it was me. He knows me so well, he probably assumed it was me. We actually talked for a few minutes. I told him that I wanted to talk to him about something that was important to me and asked him if he would be willing to meet me somewhere. We agreed that he would try to meet me around 11:30 when he left his friends house (the drug user). He said he would call when he left. I'm not holding my breath- I've heard this before.

There is good news though. He didn't know I was getting my wisdom teeth out this coming Friday, but had heard through the 'grapvine' that I was having surgery so he asked if everything was ok. I asked him why his ex called him and he said she just wanted to know how he was doing. No harm- I asked when she was getting married and he said 'I think it coming up pretty soon, not sure.' He's a man- I didn't expect him to know the date or even the time! Ha ha.

I guess what matters is it sounds like he is willing to talk. I don't know what I am going to say- hopefuly everything that comes flying out of my mouth sounds right. I'm nervous.

Right now I am waiting on Beth and Steve to get here and we are going to Wal-Mart to get some plastic storage totes so I can put up my winter clothes and organize my closet. (This is how I get when I am worried about something.)

I will definately post either late tonight or tomorrow when I go to work.

I have no idea if he will even call. If the past is a predictor of the future, there is a good chance he won't call.

I don't know anymore.

posted by Ashley at 8:59 PM