same deal, different day

again....arm's lengthing ch lends itself to him advancing.

i have received texts and calls since i've been gone.  and god DAMN, i've only been gone since thursday afternoon!! 

when he goes away, i leave him the fuck alone.  i dont phone him about shit, nor do i force myself on him.  when he was in vegas with ross, i chose not to talk to him purposefully.  instead, i got oodles of texts from ross updating me on everything i didnt need or care to know.  i think ch started texting me by the third day away...like, fuck...you're gone four days or so....leave me be.

but today i was coming back from YQL and he had to text me that the dogs shit on the floor twice.  of course they did!  did i have to know that?  no.  i think i could have got by today not knowing that or being interrupted by that while i was visiting my parents.  fortunately i left the cell phone in the car because my sixth sense (aka common sense) told me i should.  then while i was at jan's 3 hrs later, he fucking called me. 

i called him about an hour later once i got on the road and got situated:  timmy's in hand, ipod tunes rocking, and cruise control set.  then i called him to hear the usual blah blah: he's going to the beer gardens tonight (big surprise *eyeroll*) and then going to (another shocker) rossco's with a bunch of the guys.  told me to call once i got in so that we could meet up later.  the way it was said was as if i had no choice in the matter.  i'm sorry but i'm not the one missing anyone.  i dont need to wander off to rossco's with a group of penises sitting around the table talking about shit i couldnt care about.  fuck, i balked on time with my vaginal friends...why would i choose to sit with the penises for the evening? 

i havent called him as he instructed.  i'm pretty sure by now he's had a few beer and has maybe opened his cell a couple times to make sure it's on (akin to the 90's lifting of the phone to check for a dial tone), but other than that once the sun goes down and they head to his second home, he will put it out of his mind.

i'm not intentionally trying to be a cunt, i really am not.  yes, i should give him the courtesy "i'm ok" call, but i really dont feel like listening to a sloppy guy yammering about nothing and trying to persuade me to come down to rossco's to see him.  no thanks.  i dont need to pour out excuses and get angrier when "no thank you" just isnt accepted.

so for now i'll stay here, blog, drink my blueberry wine (which isnt "that" bad) and go to bed...and hopefully not be woken up.

is it wrong to admit that i really am not missing him after being away?