Last night I saw Matty (remember him? My old Wednesday night standby...) out with a bunch of people. One particular person that he was hanging out with stood out to me...ok I'm going to sound very harsh now, she looked like a total crack whore! She was ultra skinny (which is fine...if it's a natural occurrence), she had the single worst fried perm, yellowish/orange hair and she was hanging on Matty and two other guys in rotation. I couldn't tell if they were together or whatever but I did notice that when we were saying hello to each other in passing I heard her ask in a bitchy tone, "Who's that?" I didn't get to hear what Matty said, although I wish I had! I had assumed that Matty and his girl ahem, my replacement had broken up because I saw her out on Monday with another guy... And I was wondering how long he was going to wait to call me, and I was wondering what I was going to do if he did call. Well at 10:53, he rang. I let my voice mail pick it up. His raspy voice whispered in my ear, "Hey stranger. Call me. No games. Call. Here's the number..." And here I sit. Excited to hear his voice, disappointed in myself for wanting him (again), thinking about Derek...even though nothing's going on there--you know. And the biggest part of this decision? I would need to take a shower because I'm greasy...and I have no motivation. For the shower or the marathon of sex that would surely follow. Don't get me wrong, I could handle a run in the sheets right about now...but...it's never just a mile jog it's the full marathon. Am I seriously complaining about that? I need to go to bed.