My Thursday Part II
Mood:  on fire
I ended up getting home at about 10:00pm. As soon as I got home I gave N a HUGE kiss. He was so glad to see me, he immediately turned off the computer. For some reason I wandered into the kitchen, and that's when I spotted it... the cell phone bill!

I snatched that thing up and immediately started looking through it. There they were, exactly what I had hoped, phone calls! At least 50 of them, starting minutes after my phone had been stolen! `We've got him!" I kept thinking. I rounded on N, excitement pumping through my body. "I can't WAIT until tomorrow! I'm going to call everyone of these numbers. I'm going to tell these people what a LOWLIFE friend they have and let them know that their number has been turned over to the police."

"What? Why do that? Why not just turn them over to the police?" N was startled by my veomus I suppose. I'm usually pretty low key, and rarely get passionate about things. (outside of him of course)

"BAH! As if the police will DO anything." I scoffed.

It went on like that for a while before N finally frustrated said. "I can't BELIEVE you! It our first night alone in what seems like a MONTH and all you can do is rant about some stupid phone bill and the looser who stole your phone?"

To say I was properly chagrined is an understatement. I apologized, groveled even. But he refused to be mollified.

We sat silently for a moment before he told me about his evening. How he had called the cell phone company and they refused to work with him in getting me a phone. How he had looked up other companies and threatened to switch, and how they had basically told him. "Switch"

"What does this other plan look like?"

So he started to explain it to me, the minutes, etc. He doesn't even finish before I start going.

"Nope, it won't work, I don't like it!" when I realized what I had done I added "Well! It might I'll just have to add up our minutes..."

But it was too late. "Don't bother. You would rather just shoot me down. You seem to do that a lot lately.."

Strike TWO! BAH

Needless to say I spent some time apologizing AGAIN. I did ask him to tell me when I had shot him down before, and he couldn't think of any time. So perhaps SOME of this was him overeating, but I really had just JUMPED on switching as a bad idea. He ended up showing me the plan and before long was accepting my apologetic kisses. Of course those turned into sweet kisses and those into passionate kisses, and before long we were both apologizing profusely, on the couch, in the shower, on the bed...

All is well as of this morning, even though he DID make me promise NOT to call any of these numbers. Ah, but he didn't say that SOMEONE ELSE couldn't...