Booty Call 24/7

   It was a different day yesterday, at least it was for me. The weather has finally decided that it's really summer and has shot up a few degrees, not much maybe but enough to not want to drive around outside all day. 103 degrees is not driving around with no AC weather. People say it finally feels like summer, I say summer came around early this year.

   Left work early today, around 4 o'clock all my responsibilities were taken care off and I had the rest of the day off. I called her and told her that I wanted to see her so I could finally give her the camera I'd promised her a week ago. She agreed and we decided on where to meet.

   The line to cross over to the States was short but it took forever; the sun was shining from the west right at my face and there weren't any clouds to help shade it out once in a while.

   I got there a bit later than I had told her (I hate being late). I hadn't seen her in almost a month I think, or more than that. She looked, hmm, how can I say this without being misinterpreted? She looked great, as she always has. She lost some weight, looked a lot better emotionally and physically and she said she had a "good hair day today", I say she had a "good everything day", everything was 'perky.' I accurately predicted she'd be wearing cleavage today too.

   I really felt glad how I didn't see her being anxious or nervous like the last time we saw each other, she's feeling better about the situation and feeling better about herself.

   I had lunch and a couple of beers, she only had a beer and she took her time with it, I think she finally noticed she was starting to have a problem with that and now she's pulling herself back a little. I'm happy about that. She's feeling better and looking better.

   She came with me to buy my fathers birthday present but she didn't ride with, she had her own car and we met at the music store, that felt strange but I understood. That didn't take long and I wish it had, I still wanted to talk to her but there was that awkward silence when were outside where all you could say was goodbye. I told her she looked pretty that day and she just smiled.

   First thing she told me when she saw me was that I too much of a beard on me. That felt a little bit too familiar.

   She didn't let me take a picture of her.

   We said goodbye, she went off to her house "to clean" and I took my time getting back home. Halfway through a couple of O.A.R. and a Rory Gallagher cd's I get a call from my roommate asking me NOT to come home, he had company, another booty call. He's been getting them constantly lately, this girl, (his girlfriend?) I guess she thinks he's good and I bet he is because in the past week I've had to wait outside in the park two or three times.

   I was just glad I saw her the way I did, she's still incredibly attractive and me telling her that she looked pretty was an understatement. headed to see with my own two eyes how she was doing, how she was feeling and I finally did and I'm happy with what I saw. She looks well and I'm happy.

   So the day ended late with news of a present on the way, a surprise of sorts that a certified dork sent me. All I know is that it's piece of art, no other clues were given so I guess I'll have to wait until the surprise arrives.

   I wish I'd get a booty call. God knows I need one.