Today I went to go get the rest of the stuff out of the old apartment. I pull in, my brother is riding shotgun, and we park. My brother hops out of the car and then drops down to a squat with a goofy ass grin on his face and sort of whispers to me across the inside of the car "You're boy is right there!". He is of course talking about "Andrew". The pot smoking, party-going, playa that used to live by us in the old apartment. SWEET. I couldn't avoid him so I just walked up and say hi, and kept it short and sweet. He says - you should come by before you take off. Okay, I can do that.
Once we were done in the old apartment, my brother went to go sit in the car and I went and "stopped by" Andrew's. As I walked up to his apartment I could smell the weed. Great. He was so excited to see me though. It's kind of funny, I think he gets kind of nervous around me. Just something I observed... He was saying he's going to be in and out of town coming up here, but he'd like to see me. Maybe next week - he's out of town until Thursday and then he said he'll be "hangin' out" until about July 8. I ask "Hangin' out here or in Phoenix?". "Probably here, but even if it's in Phoenix, I could just send you a ticket and fly you out." All I could do was laugh a little! This guy really likes me. He likes me enough to fly me somewhere just to see lil' ol' me! Crazy.
I'm going to give him a call tomorrow - it's his birthday, I'll be nice. And I think I am going to hang out with him again next week. He was fun. I don't need to find a husband right now, I may as well just have fun, right?!
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