Rebound the ball in

TM was so odd yesterday. In presenting my 'offer’ to him we ended up having a friggin’ forty-five minute conversation (all prompted from him) about what would happen if we actually went through with this endeavor. He was worried it would change things, and (I swear I am not joking) said we should go over a list of the pro’s and con’s of hooking up. As my friends often call me Samantha, this was a new territory for me, and so I told him he was acting like a little girl, and I’ve never had to plead my case to give some guy a blow job.

I ended up getting off the phone, calling several of my best friends to go over the random occurrence that was this conversation. (I hate feeling like the guy in these sitches.) TM decided to call back in the mood and beg me to come over. Sorry window had passed. Plus I like them begging. So, in the midst of one of our SC’s (special conversations) I got a text from some random number.

After ‘finishing’ our SC. I got off the phone and texted back this unknown number… it turned out to be this guy that I was completely interested a couple months ago, but the timing didn’t work out… I never let him know how I felt, etc. So, randomly, he asks me out for this weekend.

Mind you this is after Ren had called me yesterday afternoon, so stoked that it was on with SB’s soccer team.

Rebounding never felt so fun…


Random conversation with BeachChic last night…
I know that Tuesday is the new Thursday that was the new Friday (which makes sense as to why Saturday is the new Sunday) so you wanna go out tomorrow night?