Time Flies

I looked up today and the calendar pointedly reminded me that it was February 5th, 2007. I can't believe that I am so far into the 2007 and I didn't even notice.

It seems like it is all moving so fast and even as I sit here typing this I am completely baffled at how quickly my weekend left me.

MAW (we really should get him another nickname) is out watching the Superbowl at some friends house. He is part of the grown and sexy crowd so it is really difficult to relate to some of his friends, or it could just be that I am not trying hard enough.

Last night we talked about how long we have been together (I know, I know) it was literally just yesterday I was lamenting about how fucked-up my relationship (sexual-deviant farce of an arrangement) was with Jah and now I am talking about my MAW...I know you will get over it!

BTW: Completely on an asside, Jah called me last week - HAH! I knew his ass would be back. And "love" if you are reading this, you are sooo transparent! I was standing in Red Lobster - we could not get into the Manor at such short notice - and suddenly my phone rings. I pick up, I recognize the number as one that has called three times in the past two days but the hotel receptionist that answered the phone when I called back has no idea why I am calling.

So, I pick up and the voice on the end says:

"Hi", all cheery like we just talked the day before. So I respond, "Hello?"
"Hi", same cheeriness, so again I say "Hello?...who is this?"
"Don't you know who this is?", clearly not, but I respond, "No, I have no idea who would be calling me from the "____ Hotel".
"You should know who this is.", I am a little indignant now, there I was standing the in middle of the crowded lobby of the Red Lobster, babies wailing, overweight patrons shuffling from one foot to the next, impatient, with my man standing next to me pretending not to be listening to my conversation.
"Well, I don't, so who is this?"
"It's me!" The now irritating cheeriness continues.
"Who's me?"
"Jah!"
"WHO?"
"Jah!"
"WHO?"
"(real name)" , Finally, AHHHHH! "Oh hey!"
"Am I blowing up your spot?"
I glance at MAW who is careful to remain staring straight ahead and say in my most nonchalant voice "No! How are you?"
"How are you?", he repeats without answering my question, "Am I blowing up your spot?"
This folks is the reason why, even if he wasn't so fucked-up or such a liar I would have left him eventually, he repeats your questions and I suspect may be suffering from an inner ear problem.
"Why are you calling me?" my impatience with the whole conversation and its lack of direction is beginning to show.
"I just wanted to wish you a happy new year!"
"Jah, it is the end of January, aren't you a little late and happened to never calling me again?"
"I did not want to talk to you before because I still had feelings for you", again folks even if he wasn't a liar and a fake I would have left him on the street, the corny lines.
"Okay, by the way why aren't you calling me on your cell?"
SILENCE
"Never mind" I guess his housemate didn't want to share anymore. I know at this point I am not having the rest of this conversation. It was not worth the time or effort.
I hurriedly wrap it up..."I am about to be seated, I will talk to you later."
He sounded disappointed but nonetheless complied.

I figured he was making the rounds, which one of the past women he dealt with is still mad and if I feel her out enough I could make a stab at the comeback. MAW is a hard act to follow I would not make space for Jah even if he offered cold hard cash!