under the blanket

Last phone call last night

Him: Darling, when can I see you again? I miz you.
Me: Erm, I'm quite busy.
Him: Meet me tonight? I knock off at 1am.
Me: I can't. Have to work tomorrow.
Him: Monday? I'm off.
Me: Busy.
Him: Tuesday leh? I'm also off.
Me: Erm, I got something on.
Him: Okie, you SMS me when you free?
Me: Erm, okie.

I think he finally got the message.

It was fun while it lasted, almost like being a teenager again, except that I was such a good girl I never did have a misspent youth.

I knew I had to end things before things got too far. Furtive late-night meeting at the playground. Stealing time off to catch an afternoon movie. Silly messages about the speed of turtles. As I told someone, "He's the boy I never had when I was a teenager."