Waiting game

I hate this! I gave Frenchy my phone number and for some reason that I can't recall I told him to call me on Wednesday at 7:30. I know he's not going to call. They never do. They either were so drunk they forgot all about having met someone or they never intended to call in the first place. Nevertheless, I'm all anxious for him to call. It's a most uncomfortable feeling. The only consolation is the bet with V. She insists he'll call. If he doesn't, she has to buy me dinner.

He told V that he was "elated" to meet me. He told me repeatedly that he was glad he stored my phone number in his cell phone before the battery died. He kept saying how much he likes me. That was all probably drunk talk. By the time Wednesday comes, he will either have forgotten me or will have talked himself out of calling. I know this, so why am I still hoping he'll call? I'm going to be a wreck on Wednesday.