Torture

First Frenchy didn't call and then he did.

He was supposed to call at 7:30. When 8:00 came along, I IMed Lass and we called him some bad names, and I called V and we called him some more bad names. Then I remembered my motto, "Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened." Those were some good kisses after all. Still, I felt horrible. I should have known better than to want him to call. For the millionth time I swore off men forever.

8:30 rolled around, and the phone rang. Frenchy! I told him he was an hour late. He said he was "doin' stuff." We made some small talk. He was at a friend's house hanging out before his soccer game. He made a reference to getting together, but we didn't make definite plans. He's going to call tomorrow.

So much for swearing off men. More waiting instead. At least now I don't feel so anxious about it.