- Mood:
nauseated
it gets stranger...
okay, i was starting to think that i was totally full of shit to think that my tennis teacher had a weird thing for me. BUT.. today i receive another call from him. him: hey linda, did you say we were gonna play tennis today? me: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo............. him: oh, so when are we gonna play? blah blah blah me: not this week, probably not next week. him: oh when should i check in with you again? me: oh i dunno, i'm probably gonna be in san diego and stuff so i dont know. him: well we definitely have to hit once more, i have a gift for you. yeah, i've only given this to one other person, a guy i've known for twenty something years. its to remind you of tennis.
ick!
ick!
ick!
what do i do? i know i can't play out this evasive thing for much longer. i pray to GOD that i dont receive any more calls. everyone, pray with me. i feel sick.