On The Line

At work today, I spent pretty much the entire day texting back and forth with the Tall South African.  He dragged me out of bed at 8 AM with the text, "What on earth is Romney doing?"

Okay, so this was interesting (I like a boy who will talk about politics), although it necessitated me getting up and checking some poll numbers.  Although how the Romney campaign keeps imploding day by day, it still worries me that these things are being said by a man who would run the entire country.

We kept texting back and forth all day long, even as I struggled to finish a project I was working on.  I knew he was bored, and it was a nice bit of entertainment in my day.  And then he charmed me by asking what my schedule was for the next week, saying, "was thinking we desperately need a catch up."

After all of the annoyance of dealing with Qatari Boy, who never suggests meeting up, it was such a nice thing to realise that some boys really do want to see me.

In the evening, my phone rang, and it was the Tall South African, calling me while obviously sleepy in bed.  Yet, instead of falling right asleep, he wanted to talk to me as a bit of a "bedtime story".  And so we talked about the difficulties of behaving well, of working out, of political madness, and of boys who keep girls "on the line".  I laughed that he teaches me what I need to know about boys so I don't waste so much time dangling on some boys' line.  He laughed, as though I would never actually know when I was on a line to get off of it.

Maybe, but then again, I have to laugh.  For all the girls he has on the line, I'm the one who he still calls all the time, and who he actually wants to see.  So who is on the line now?