When it rains, it pours!

So last night (after I stumbled home from my sangria-induced binge at California Tortilla) I received a couple of calls from boys I had looong ago given up on ever hearing from them again.

The first one was ToThePoint...nice guy, but kind of dull around the edges. Most of his e-mails are really short and, well, to the point. His message was that he was just calling to "chat." I didn't know that he "chatted..."

The next was from the infamous NPJ, my air force boy. He had, until about 4 months ago, been stationed abroad (he is now stationed down South). After he moved back his phones calls dwindled down to nothing. His message was much more like "you haven't called me in a long time." (translation: I'm bored and horny. "talk" to me.) I'm sorry, but the phone works both ways, buddy.

I think I'll call ToThePoint today, while I'll let NPJ fester for a while.

It's like the both knew that I'm looking forward to my date tonight with TheChild (which the title of the date is "The All-Important Third Date" a.k.a. "He Thinks He's Getting Laid Tonight").