The other day, when I was telling my friend about the weekend's activities, she told me I appeared to be on fire at the moment.
It's weird I suppose. In a lot of ways, I've got a lot more attention just in time since The Guy vanished out of my life than any other time.
First the second (far more random) guy from high school asking me out on Facebook.
The 23 year old the weekend before last.
And then of course, there is the hot guy from the party. Who seemed keen. Who essentially asked me out the other night and said he'd get back to me to arrange it.
So why hasn't he???
I have to admit every paranoid muscle in my body (and there are LOTS) are already kicking into motion as I wonder why I've been waiting nearly 48 hours for a follow-up text. How much of me is having to resist contacting HIM . . . because if I'd went against my instincts with The Guy, it probably would have ended far sooner and not been dragged out the way it was.
I'm sure as heck not starting something off doing all the running. The ball has been placed in his court, by HIM, and he isn't serving.
If this was Wimbledon, he'd probably have had a fine or something by now.
Game, set and match to moi...