Sunday, August 20

Wig Dilemma

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?

6 comments:

Swishy said...

He called you TEN TIMES?!?! Wow. You must make quite an impression :) But yes, any girl who did that would IMMEDIATELY be labeled a psycho. 100 percent of the time, no question about it.

twisted panties said...

Ten times is crazy. Maybe you were just that good. I'd believe it.

Yamell said...

10 times is psycho even for a boy. I'd be annoyed by the fact that he didn't get the hint the first few times you didn't answer.

Golightly said...

yep yep but most of those missed calls happened after 2:30AM...so you know what that means.
I'm making him wait (while I think on the wig excuse) oh well.

Texas Cinderella said...

Bruiser needs to calm it down! It sounds like whatever excuse you come up with he will gladly believe like a good 24 year old puppy dog! Can't wait to hear more!!!!:)

Bev said...

You're such a player.

Just tell him the truth.

-the non game player (hehe)