Episode 1 continued:
I say, ha ha and write down my phone number and say, call me when you have my drink and I'll be in all the time. I leave it at that. I don't show up for weeks. I showed up this past weekend for about a half hour. I leave, with a cheek kiss and a clear mind. Nothing is gonna happen, and do I really care? So, Monday morning rolls around and I'm at work. I get a text message. I get very few of these. It's him and all it says is what's up? How many people do you know call someone out of the clear blue sky on a Monday morning before 9 am? I know zero. I call back (no send back capability) and we speak for a few minutes during which he tells me repeatedly to call him back when I get done with work. I do, and leave a message on voice mail. I do not get a call back. Tonight, on my way home from work I stop in to say hello and "What's up" I got the weirdest reception you could imagine. Now I'm left feeling he "won" and I "lost" but I didn't care anyway, and he's never gonna know that. So I can't even say "Ha!" and I lose doubly.