Confessions of A Naughty Girl

And now, a word about drunk dialing

As I predicted, I did receive a couple of drunk dials last night. One, in particular, from the guy who I had been casually dating here in my fine city. He called, wanting to know what I was up to. At 2 in the morning. On a Friday night. For the record, I was sleeping.

Drunk dials can be fab, but also completely confusing. I'll be the first to admit that if you receive a drunk dial from me, it really does have some meaning behind it. I don't waste my time calling people that I don't have a modicum of feeling for.

So now I am at a crossroads. He is supposed to call again tonight, so we can go out, but I sort of feel like an ass because just two days ago, I wrote an entire post about being done with him. I said no more than a second chance. But does not talking for a little bit mean that it's effectively the end of the second chance? I think I am going to amend my earlier words and count this little break as a break and not as a third chance, because I really feel like mugging down tonight.

posted by KA @ 1:00 PM