Sydney had quite a storm last night*. I usually finish early on a Friday. Being allowed to leave work early is FANTASTIC! It is equally as exciting as being let home after lunch in primary school. Which I remember to be almost pants wetting level.
I normally do my grocery shopping on a Friday night. There's less people around and parking is MUCH easier. And I can take my sweet ass time. I find that if I have a coffee and people watch before I shop, I leave at the tail end of peak hour. If I don't have the coffee I'm finishing my shopping and having to travel the two blocks back to my apartment in heavy traffic. Which is a pain in the arse.
So I'm heading to westfield, listening to the radio. The traffic reports come on. Its quite long. Which, seriously, no shit. Its crap weather. When something gets my attention. There is a roof on the road and wires down in some suburb. Excuse me, did you just say there was a fucking ROOF on the road. Like THATS NORMAL? Holy crap! Its pissing down with more force than a drunk racehorse. I feel sorry for Green Eyes, who rides a bike.
I get into my nice, warm, dry shopping centre and order my hot sweet (hip loving) latte and decide to text him. I asked quite a simple question. Is he riding home in this weather? Then begin texting the Gay Biotch. We'll be seeing Shrek 3 later that night (in past tense here. The movie was fantastic). He'll be heading in and meeting me pretty soon, we'll go to dinner then catch the flick. Good plan.
So I go shopping to wait. I'm considering weather the 2.5L laundry liquid that you use 1.5 caps per wash is more cost effective than the 1.4L laundry liquid that uses 1 cap per wash. Its not. When my phone goes off. Green Eyes has responded. Quite simple and straightforward. 'No'. Being female, I immediately start trying to read into it and absolutely freak out. Is it 'no, (don't contact me)'; or no, (I don't have your number anymore so I don't even know who the fuck this is)'; or is it 'no, (why are you texting me?)'. I'm about ready to start hyperventilating when I realise that I'm texting a GUY. For which a simple, one word response is acceptable. I asked him a question and he answered it. So a response in itself is a good sign.
I have to admit I was tempted to text him back again with a joke. But a one word text doesn't really invite more conversation. I also decided that I don't want to play games or lead him on. If he's available he's already interested, if I work to keep him interested it'll be overkill and he'll get bored. If he's not, then playing games will make it difficult for me in the end. So I left it.
Going into the cinema with Biotch I pulled out the mag I bought. Cosmo has a double sealed section dedicated to penises, which I ripped open with relish. We perused, laughing and joking, until the lights dimmed. The couple next to us must have felt a bit uncomfortable. It was obvious we were looking at dicks.
*I woke up this morning and found that the drinks fridge that lives on the balcony had been moved about three feet by the wind.