Last night, as I finished eating my steak, I got a phonecall from mine truly. Now remember, its 8:30pm and the last person I expect to be calling me is Nick. As we all know, it is 4:30am there and I can just imagine how drunk he is. He just got off the night bus and was walking home and decided to call me in a drunken stupor. He was also giggling like a little girl and told me that he was telling his friends how sexually frustrated he is! He says he goes through stages of it whereas now, because we will be seeing eachother in less than a month (hopefully) he just about cant stand it. Whereas Im feeling kinda the opposite. Before I couldnt stand it and now, I feel great. I can go without easily...or maybe its just that time of the month. Who knows.
He says his little sister is super excited that Im coming back and was squealing about it. You wouldnt imagine this from any other 18yr old but we can from her. It stressed me out just thinking about it. Actually, I really do miss her and cant wait to see her again even though Ill probably be telling her to calm down the whole time.
So I will call him today and see if he remembers anything about our conversation last night or even calling me. This is normal. My time here is dwindling. Ill be heading up north soon and while Im there, Im expecting my Visa to show up at my sisters and her to call me and say - your in the clear whereas when I will book my ticket for the 14th and be a happy camper.
Wishful thinking?? I hate disappointments.
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