Apparently, I’m more pathetic than I realized. Most of you, have said that I should just suck it up and call Mr. Mustang. Aside from going against everything I believe in and thinking that I’m incapable of dialing out to a boy on my phone, there’s another major problem. What on God’s green earth would I say?? This is how I imagine the conversation going:
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Him: Hello?
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Me: Um, hi. It’s Catherinette.
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Him: Sorry. Who?
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Me: Catherinette.
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Him: [silence]
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Me: From the other night. . .?
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Him: [silence]
- Me: We made out for 2 hours in the parking lot?
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Him: Oh, right! How’s it going?
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Me: Good. So, anyways, I saw you called me the other day and was just calling back.
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Him: I did? Oh, it must have been my nephew playing with my phone again.
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Me: [Awkward silence] Oh . . .
I hate being me sometimes.