Tablespoon of Reality

I text Blair at around 9:30.

"You called...."

"Yeah, last night."

"Was there something you wanted?"

"You"

"You kinda played me to the left before your trip. I might be able to look past that if..."

"If what?"

"You make it worth my while..."

"Ok"

"I'll be home around midnight"

"Ok"

I got home at midnight on the dot. I text(ed) him and took a shower.

12:20. No answer from Blair.

12:40. I called. No answer.

1:00. I called. No answer.

1:05. I called Dame.

"Hey shorty. What's goin on with you?"

"I can't sleep. You need to put me to bed."

"I can't. I have to get up at 6am."

I pouted silently.

"Ok, that's fine." I played it cool.

"So, I guess you're going to call whoever's next on the list."

"There is no list. There is no one else."

"Oh," he sounded genuinely surprised, "its ok if there is."

"I know and if there were, I would be honest enough to admit it. But there's not."

(And in that instance, I wish Dame and I had been friends first. I wish he knew my character better, at least to know who I am at my core.)

"I do want to see you. I have the rope still tied to my bed where we left off."

"It's not nice to tease."

We hung up, but it had me thinking...I was probably girl#3 that Blair called. And after I said yes, someone else said yes and he chose them over me. Which is fine only if you have the freakin courtesy to say "hey, I'm tired," or "my pet scorpion died and I don't feel like it" or SOMETHING.

Asshole.

Alas, I think this little episode was enough to have me kick my Blair habit. I know I need to stop before I go back to thinking about throwing bricks.

It's better this way.
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