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Game On
I sat in bed with my ginger tea and a large glass of filtered water on my nightstand just waiting for either guy to reach out to me.
I'm pathetic. This is pathetic. What am I? A teenager waiting on a boy to call? Do teenagers even get that reference now adays? Wow, I'm old! The days of one phone number for a phsycial house phone. The internet made it worse by taking up that one lines bandwidth so no one could call or leave a message. Thankfully Steve Jobs, as egotistical and sexist as he was, started Apple. The real hero of that story: Stephen Wozniak.
This is what I'm thinking about while I pretend to not wait for a private chat request from either of my guys. My guys? I have to stop saying that. I don't own them.
I feel like I'm cheating on LimberJack. We did discuss being exclusive and here I am getting pretty hot and heavy, ready to reveal myself to PrinceCharming. During my six years living in Colorado, I haven't been asked to become a girlfrien
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