Recovery

A couple of days ago I received a phone call from ToonMan. I was at work and my cell phone went off. It was a restricted number, and I don't usually answer those, but I thought, meh, I have nothing better to do. (I'm at work after all.) When I picked up the phone, I heard a male's voice on the other end. I didn't recognize his voice when I heard it, so he had to tell me who it was. After he said his name, I was just dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do.

His intention was to ask me to the movies. I believe he wanted to see Cars, which looks cool, but I don't know if I want to spend the money to go and see it. Anyways, I got to thinking...after getting off the phone with him, I could feel my heart beating faster, and my palms were all sweaty.

After sitting on his invitation for a while, I had an epiphany. I'm in love with ToonMan. That's right. I said it. I'm in love with a man I can't have.

He gave me a call after his hockey game and told me that he had to go and be with his Ms.Masters because her nonna is in the hospital and took a turn for the worse. I guess that comment sorta put me back in my place. I hate it when he says things like that to me, but then again, what can I do about it? *Deep sigh*

I am also trying to avoid Mr.UN-Wonderful. I think it would be really awkward if we bumped into each other right now. Every time I think of him, let alone look at him, I think of the washroom in his apartment. Ugh, the smell....

Lesson of the week: Never live with slobs.