"Where’s the Memo? I think it got lost." - Diva
I pretty much had a typical weekend without the typical results. You know, hanging out Friday night with Brian, falling off the wagon; spending Sunday with Mr. Henry (it’s not what you think). Actually, we ARE still friends, however I think the Memo, I delivered to him last week, got lost. Maybe I shouldn’t have delivered it so early in the morning. He called me 4 times, count them FOUR times yesterday.
1st Call (left voicemail): Wanted to see if I wanted to go to the gym with him
2nd Call: No voicemail
3rd Call: Wanted to know if I’d bring “spirits” to his place
4th Call: Wanted to know if I was hungry, he was cooking dinner
My response, the gym was closed, I was tired and going to take a nap, and would call him when I got up, and “what are you cooking”. So I went to his place, with a bottle of wine in hand. Had dinner with him and his two roommates and as not to stay too late, left a little over an hour later. He walked me to my car, and we had a quick chat. Then he KISSED me.
Yep, the memo was lost.
I take full responsibility for not “clearly” delivering the memo last week. Maybe I still flirt with him too much, or maybe he didn’t have his morning coffee, but, I need to express it to him again...
Oh, btw, he told his roommates about my trip with Brian in February. I should have never told him.