In a little bit means at least three days. I heard from Craigslist late on Sunday afternoon. I was lounging on my couch, finally getting some rest from having downed the bottle of wine and then the glass of red I'd had at the rectory (doesn't that word seem way too dirty to be associated with religion?).
The first few minutes of the conversation were him apologizing about how he should have called sooner and even after that text he should have and family things came up and then he had the 4th and then was in bed by 10 the night before. I asked what he did on the 4th and he said he met his housemates on their boat but since he went to meet them later on, he had to park his car in one place and walk about a mile down Ocean Parkway to get to them. I laughed at him and he was like, Yeah I'm a big loser. So I said he should've called me because we had a great time. He agreed he should have.
Then I said, It seems that nothing in your life is easy these days. He said, You know what, Christina, you are absolutely right! He said that the past two years have been hectic but he's doing what he needs to do. I said that sometimes life is like that.
Then he asked about what I've been up to. That's a reason I like him. Every time he calls, he asks about me and what I've been doing. When I finish, he asks again, so what else have you been doing? Anything? He just seemed interested. Then he asked if this week I was free. I said Monday or Tuesday and explained about the wedding coming up and some things that I had this week. He said he was free every night.
He was waiting for his boss to call him to say where his next worksite is. The times he'd be free depended on it. So I said it was okay if he called me Monday afternoon to say where he was and if Monday night was good for him or if Tuesday would be better. He said that he would and was looking forward to it. We hung up on a good note. I was happy that I hadn't called him once I hadn't heard from him. I would've left him a snotty message. For once, I let it be, used a lot of patience, and he called.
GO WEST! GET HOT!
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It might be a New Yorker’s prejudice, but I don’t associate hot jazz with
Arizona. In this, however, as in so many things, the evidence proves me
wrong. ...
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