Ok, so I had a pretty interesting weekend. Friday The Analyst comes over. Eats and relaxes. Nothing out of the ordinary.
I call Mr. Construction to try and avoid a catastrophe.
Me: “Hey Honey.”
Mr. Construction: “Hey You.”
Me: “Hey, I have a slight change in plans. If you still want to get together then I’ll meet you at the place. Or else we’ll have to make it for tomorrow.”
Mr. Construction: “Uhhh…tomorrow is fine. One of my buddies asked me to get together with the guys as sort of a bachelor party thing since my buddy is getting married next weekend.”
Me: Breathing a sigh of relief “Cool…tomorrow it is then.”
So The Analyst and I just chill out the remainder of the evening. I wake up in the morning when I hear him leaving the spare bedroom and pad downstairs to turn on the TV. We just relax for most of the morning. It starts to get late and I’m starting to get antsy wondering when he was going to get the hell out of there. I had spoken with Mr. Construction and he was due at my house at 6:00pm. I walk from the den into the living room where The Analyst was seated and asked him, “What time are you leaving out?”
The Analyst: “I’m not.”
Me: “WHAT! I shriek.
The Analyst: “I’m tired. I’m just going to relax the rest of the day.”
Holy shit! I run upstairs and immediately dial Mr. Construction’s number in an attempt to head him off at the pass. I ring his home number…..no answer. DAMN! I call his cell…no answer. Shit!! I leave a message, “Hey sweetie, don’t come to my house, just meet me at the mall instead since I will be on that side of town anyway.”
So now I am frantically getting myself ready so that I can bail out of there just in case Mr. Construction doesn’t get my message and shows up. Just as I’m about ready to leave my cell phone rings. I look at the caller ID and its Mr. Construction. Thank goodness!!
Me. “Hey.”
Mr. Construction: “Hey you. I got your message; I’ll just meet you there then. No problem.
Me: Cool. I’ll see you then.”
Whew!!!! So now I’m home free. I leave and meet Mr. Construction for dinner. We are sitting there talking when I decide to ask him, “ Soooo….let me ask you this: If your woman told you that her ex boyfriend was going to stay over night at her house how would you feel about that?”
Mr. Construction: “No way!!! Nope. That would not fly with me at all. I’d constantly think something was going on there. Nope. Not happening.’
Me: “Oh... just thought I’d ask.”
