Mushy Mess

After having coffee with a girlfriend this afternoon, and chit chatting girly styles, I gave in and sent a text to Salsa Boy. Okay, so I said I wouldn't CALL him... texting is totally different. But seriously as my oh so Wise friend said... "What are you so afraid of?" Well... I wasn't sure? I think I was afraid that I might come across as being desperate for him? I only sent him a text last week... and even though I told him I'm not after a relationship, I feel like maybe he still thinks I do? Plus I want to be a super cool cucumber and not be the one who is always making the initial contact. But again, as Wise One pointed out... "What do you have to lose?" Hmmmm.... nothing I guess? So I gave in right there and then and sent him a message asking if he'd be out tonight. I got a prompt reply saying he was still away, but that he'd be back next week. I even got a kiss at the end! So that's that. So much for being firm... I have officially turned into an overripe mushy persimmon that's way too gooey to eat. All this for a boy I don't even like in 'that way'? No more boy posts for at least a day! Food... I promise the next one will be about food. At least it's simple and sure to stick around... especially on the hips :)