I want to smack him and I want to never let him go. Smack him because he said he'd call last night and then he got on AIM and said "Oh, Jaime came over with his stuff [for their garage band] and we need to talk band stuff", so he didn't call. AUGH! But he did say he'd be back in a bit, and then he got back on and said it was going to take a while and he'd call me today (is it 'today' yet if it's not dawn yet?) and take an early lunch to do it. So I want to hug him. But I want to smack him because men are so dense. They think 'talk' means 'I have a problem and let's fix it' (to quote a friend). To me, being a woman, it means 'let's talk about everything and nothing'. So I want to smack him because...augh. I just want to talk about everything and nothing and just...yeah. It's going to be two weeks before I can see him again, and who even KNOWS when I'll be able to get him on the phone. I come before the band in circumstances like this! ACK! But he is going to take an early lunch to call, because he couldn't talk last night. How sweet! I guess I'll keep him.

He called during his lunch break today and we talked for about half an hour. Mostly about meeting up tomorrow, but we got in some fun chat. Here's to hoping we can banter tomorrow and have a blast. I have plans for some sneak attack handholding up my sleeve. *smiles deviously* MWAHAHAHAHAHA!