strike out

When I woke up Sunday morning I saw that Mr. D’s status update on facebook was about how he’d lost his phone. I didn’t know how we were going to get in touch about the game and frankly thought he was just going to bail on me. I was fuming when I didn’t hear from him by noon. I didn’t want to miss the game and didn’t want to start asking other people to go an hour before.

I showered and got ready just in case, then sat down on the couch to watch tv. I couldn’t believe he wouldn’t make an attempt to contact me in some way. 20 minutes later my doorbell rang and I considered not answering. I looked outside and saw his car and panicked. I couldn’t let him in – my apartment was a mess! I hadn’t expected him to just show up!

Finally – when I realized he still had the key I’d given him – I went to the door, opened it a crack and told him he couldn’t come in. He thought I was joking, but I wasn’t. “Hold on,” I said. “I’ll be out in a minute.” I shut and locked the door.

I quickly threw on my dress, put on some makeup and went outside. He was looking at me all crazy-like, which is understandable since I’d refused to let him in. I think it really threw him off.

It was awkward at first being around him. It’s been a minute since we’ve hung out like we used to. But after a short time things were as normal as they could be. We caught up, laughed, made fun of each other and had a generally good time.

The Braves got killed today (or at least they were getting killed the entire game, prompting us to leave in the 7th inning), but it wasn’t super hot so it was perfect. Mr. D and I both love people watching and there were a bunch of characters at the game for us to laugh at. It seemed like he was trying to make physical contact more than he normally would and I was sure it was because I wasn’t. Some of my responses to him made the fact that I was annoyed with our situation more than obvious and I said “don’t touch me” at least 10 times.

We were playful on the way home and I found myself again wondering how I could possibly not be with him. But I stayed strong and didn’t show my weakness even when he pulled at my hair in an overtly sexual way intended to get me all worked up (it did). I just told him I hated him for the 15th time and he laughed at me.

I’ve been reading and hearing a lot about a cupcake shop in town so we stopped there to try the goods. Unfortunately we found out when we arrived that they are closed on Sundays.

I found out from him later last night that the Braves ended up winning in the 9th, which was shocking to both of us after the boring game we’d sat through. He then apologized for just showing up at my place and I still offered no explanation on why he couldn’t come in.

Overall it was a great day. I’ve missed my friend.

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