One hour and forty-eight minutes ago, rang J who was "not sure about tonight" and would ring me back as soon as had settled on some plans. Yours truly had suggested going to see mutually agreed upon movie if no bigger plans were in the works. J said he'd call when he knew. Now am wondering, if do exist some bigger plans, am I to be included? Ah, the mysteries of life. Have watched just one too many episodes of Sex in the City to let such things go by without over-examining and making complete neurotic mess of self.
Does one bother to get all dolled up when phone call might be along lines of, "Yeah, so, I'm hanging out with the boys tonight." Translation? "You're not invited because we are going to go get smashed at a swanky bar and hit on girls with fake breasts." Fair enough.
Yet, have already blow-dryed hair and sought out appropriate outfits. Plural. One movie-acceptable and one competing-with-fake-breasts-acceptable. Am now reaching for velcro rollers.
One hour and fifty-four minutes.
Call me.