So FG is off for a week of fishing in Canada. I'm open to a lot of things. While you'll never catch me gutting a fish, I get the whole fishing concept. I think I could even do the "sit on a boat and hold a fishing rod" as long as I didn't have to touch bait or fish or fish guts. Except that it normally starts before the crack of dawn which is not my idea of vacation. And then I found out this whole excursion is an entire week of catch and release. A week on a boat and you throw everything back. I really don't get that.
If I hadn't called with a 'have a nice trip' conversation, I doubt he would have called me before he left. Not his style, especially since it sounded like they were less than prepared to leave for the trip. If they get cell reception, he mumbled something about calling. I'm not betting on that happening either. So the next little experiment is to see how long it takes him to call me when he gets back. I'm guessing a full 72 hours. At least.
So I get a week off from wondering. Wondering if he will call, if we are getting together (dare I say going on a date?), if he is going to try more than a quick kiss. Instead I get to wonder what in hell has happened to my Dating Un-coordinator. Has she forgotten about me? More likely, has she scrounged up someone willing to meet me? Sadly, I think the answer to all of the above is a resounding no.
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