Bruiser came back into town last night. And like a good boy he has been texting me all week. Granted they were pictures of the beach, the club, and all the fun he was having in Miami. Boo. I wasn't bitter because with my hair catastrophe, I was so happy he was not here to witness it.
But I knew Saturday would inevitably arrive...and so it did.
He sent me a text while heading to the airport. "Be back in Dallas in 5 hours. Have plans tonight?"
I ignored it. I know.
Then he called. I ignored that, too. I know. His voicemail was a bit choppy, but he was cursing the new TSA guidelines, some slow people in front of him, American Airlines, and asking me if I was free later.
5 hours later and I kid you not I had the biggest headache in the world, so big that I put my phone on silent because the ring was enough to make my head explode. So, yeah 5 hours later, he called again. Again, I ignored it. Again, I know.
His voicemail went something like, "I'm back in town. Did you get my text? Holler at me later". He followed up with a text message "Hey, Sweetie. What's up?"
Gotta love 24 year olds. (Have I mentioned that one, yet? uhm hmm...younger than my brother!)
Weighing the pros/cons of the situation, I tackled it, like I normally do---basically avoiding it. I waited another two hours and replied to his original-still-in-Miami text.
"Really? Yahoo!!" I was trying to read excited.
I felt like such a jerk because he texted me back instantly, "Are you out?"
I lied and texted back "yes".
Instantly, he asked, "where? I'm at Bar"
That's when I didn't reply back at all and went to bed. I woke up this morning with ten missed calls*.
Now before you think I am crazy. Let me tell you if I had the same amount of head on my hair today as when he last saw me, yes, I would have met the Bruiser at his house fully naked and ready for bruise numero dos. But, my vanity has gotten in the way.
What do I do? How do I explain this to him?
1. I can tell the truth. Hold my breath for his response.
2. I can lie and just say that I wanted long hair so I went and got some. That happens all the time. BUT me being the first Black girl he has ever been with--will I have to explain the whole weave thing to him? Or can I just show him Jessica Simpson's Public Affair video and be like "see, that they're holding---WEAVE"
3. I can avoid him for the rest of my life, because truth of truths he is freaking 24!!
*Uhm, again if this role were reversed and he had 10 missed calls from me, wouldn't I be the psycho-chick?