Two and a half days have been feeling sick and sorry for myself and not a peep from Macka. Decided he could go jump, there was no way I was initiating contact, as I do believe he is playing me.
The waiting with patience was worth it somewhat. He text this afternoon a little 'are you free tonight' message. To which I replied 'I'm at home, what are you up to?'. He wrote back 'watching the football with some mates but I thought I could leave at half time and come and see you'. In the spirit of the recent BB ads - I don't think so!
I called him and played hard ball. Felt so good! Accused him of just wanting sex. Which I'm sure is exactly what is on his mind. Actually responded with a concurring, 'shit, you're on to me already'. I'm not stupid mate. I then said, go and enjoy the footy with your mates, I'm sure we'll find another time when we are both available over the next few days to catch up. And when we do, I would rather it just be about having fun than rushing to the bedroom. Pfft he said, am now going to make you wait another 10 dates for that to happen. Good I replied, I got '20' in return for being cheeky. Like woteva.
Not sure where all this will get me mind you. Maybe even off the dating rotation I reckon he has going. But so be it, I feel I have taken some power back and I like it.
As for other men.....Irish is due back any day and he owes me dinner. Mr Intellect was told to hold off on calling until tonsillitis subsided - so am thinking tomorrow night. And introducing a new addition (was bored yesterday), a 6 foot 3 Bondi bloke I picked up online yesterday. I don't know how I'm going to fit them all in but am going to get busy trying.
xxxoooxxx
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