Remember when I saw Micah this summer? Dylan and I were at 4th Street? (In the daytime...) I lied about my digits?
I saw Micah again on Wednesday while waiting for a friend at Raw. Bless his heart, he ambled up to me, said "Don't I know you?" Then he said, "You gave me the wrong number!!" I feigned innocence. He continued "Who's Christie Van...something?" Apparently she wasn't happy to hear from him. Lesson learned: Micah will call you if given your number. Sheesh.
He gave me some paper to write my phone number upon. I had a big choice to make.
I chose another lie. I told him my boyfriend might not like it very much if he called. Fictional boyfriends get very upset when Micah calls.
(Edit: For any new reader, I was so excited to see Micah this summer that he got the wrong idea. I don't mean to sound so...tacky.)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment