How
many times to do you have to tell a child that the surface of a stove
is hot before they learn to listen to you instead of touching it with
their finger and then crying about it after?
Apparently
when you are dealing with a 34 year old single mom - A LOT! I gave
into the ‘hot loneliness’ feeling and just wanted a distraction so I
texted Hot Hair. Again, I hear the sigh of disapproval from strong,
independent women everywhere.
He
didn’t text back on Monday, why would I have anything to say to him on
Thursday? In my defense, I’m a dreamer. Whenever I’m in a situation
where I make the unwise choice, I hold out hope beyond hope that this
time things will go differently and that dream of a better ending wins
out....so I send the unwise text. Guess what - a hot stove is a hot
stove, no matter how many times you touch it - it will burn you!
We
exchanged a few texts and again, right in the middle of the
conversation about hanging out, he just didn’t text back. My cheeks
were burning so bright red with embarrassment you would have thought I
was a 5 year old who just came in from the cold after building a snowman
in the dead of winter.
I
spent the rest of last night (and this morning) shaming myself for
making such a rookie move and now looking like I’m ‘available’ to him at
his whim. That is not the case! No matter how Hot your Hair is, next
time I see you, you will receive the blow off that you justly deserve!
(side note: I was the one who blew him off last summer and again this
spring, however i at least sent a polite text saying I was otherwise
engaged...”no text back” is brutally cold!)
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