Anyway, the movie was nice. Having Jiffinner there was nice. And the girls went straight to bed when we got home which is ALWAYS nice :) So, I took advantage of having my kids go to bed without a fight and I hit the hay at around 10:30. Imagine my surprise when my phone rings at 2am. Of course, I had no idea it was 2am... I just knew three things: 1. My phone was ringing. 2. I was asleep. 3. It was playing Modest Mouse's We'll All Float On so it was Mr. I. I answered in my I'm asleep voice. I wish I could tell you what was said, but to be honest, I can't remember. We talked for about twenty minutes before he finally got tired and said he was going to sleep. I do remember him saying he had went out to eat with his cousin, the same cousin he told me he had spoken with about he and I. Maybe that was why he called. Maybe they again had a conversation about he and I and so he had me on the brain when he got home.
The thing that I hate about Mr. I is that he doesn't follow any of the rules that I have so painstakingly learned through all of my relationships with men. When he calls me 25 times a day, it doesn't mean he can't stop thinking about me. When he and I sleep together after six weeks of not having seen each other and he tells me that he 'missed this', it doesn't mean anything. When he looks at me like he can see exactly what I am feeling, it doesn't mean anything. When he knows what I am thinking without my having even mentioned it, it doesn't mean anything. And finally, when he calls me at 2am just to talk, it doesn't mean anything.
~Kate
Labels: Being a Chic, Being Mommy, Mr. I, My pathetic excuse for a love life
