07/10/2009

so i called mike yesterday night…and left a message, hoping he would call me back so we could get together before i left for pittsburgh today.  i was up until almost 1 this morning…and no call back  from him.

so this morning i wake up and shower and pack my shit, the whole time telling myself, "ok, amy..time to let it go and move on.  this is obviously not meant to work out."

and i was ok with that.  so i haul my shit out to the car and head out.  it was a nice morning: sunny and warm and just beautiful.  i was listening to my ipod and singing at the top of my lungs and ust genuinely enjoying the fact that i am ME.  for once.  so around 12:30, my phone rings.  i figured it was melissa.

guess who it was?

mike.

wtf?  i seriously can not keep up with this guy.  he wanted to know when i was coming home because he wants to hang out.  i told him sunday, and he asked me to call him as soon as i get home.

again i’ll ask, wtf?!

so we made plans to get together sunday night.

i am baffled, but fully intend to give this guy the benfit of the doubt this time.  what if i turn my back on it and it’s supposed to work?

so, we’ll see.

🙂