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So, last night I'm in bed sleeping. Yes, sleeping. It's 1:07 AM. I hear my cellphone from across the room on the charger pad "ding" with a text message. Then, less than ten seconds later, it starts ringing...
Backing-up a little...
There is this incredibly attractive and VERY young (~23-24) circulator at the local local with whom I work. I flirt, naturally, with all attractive young females. This particular flirtation is innocent (at least in my mind) and has been going on for months. Don't **** where you eat, etc., etc.
Last week, I happen to be walking through the community OR lounge and see her sitting there. We chat. I was on my way to lunch, and the following came up at some point...
"I wonder what kind of soup they have today," she says. Now, in our local local all the charge nurses carry 5-digit in-house phones. I tell her, give me your house phone number and I'll call you when I get down to the caff and let you know. She obliges, but then I realize it's this stupid 5-digit house number that's a complete pain in the ass to connect to from an outside phone (ie, gotta call the operator, wait, get connected through, etc.). I don't carry a house phone unless, well, I'm covering the house.
So, she says, "Here, just take my cell #."
I go to the caff, check out the soups, call her from my cell to her cell explaining the choices, and she tells me she'll have a cup of the butternut (insert joke here). I bring it back to her, and she starts to reach for her wallet. I tell her, "Eh. Don't worry about it. You can owe me." It's a friggin' cup of soup. Big deal.
Flash forward a week...
I ignore the phone ringing last night because I'm not on-call, which is the only source in my half-asleep mind I think it might've been. I wake-up this morning to see that, as you can guess, it's this same butternut chick who's called me in the middle of the night. The text message she sent, BEFORE she called, was "Hey, are you at work? I owe you a bowl of soup."
Booty text. No voice message.
Thankfully, the GF wasn't spending the night last night (has the kids this week). I had to work today, not butternut.
But...
Now I'm curious. I mean, this girl is insanely hot (which usually, in my experience, equals crazy). Anyway, I texted her back this morning. Radio silence for now.
That leaves me, at this point, with only the following two conclusions:
(1) I obviously have learned nothing from the recent Tiger Woods debacle.
(2) I only care right now what DreamMachine has to say about this subject.
-copro
Backing-up a little...
There is this incredibly attractive and VERY young (~23-24) circulator at the local local with whom I work. I flirt, naturally, with all attractive young females. This particular flirtation is innocent (at least in my mind) and has been going on for months. Don't **** where you eat, etc., etc.
Last week, I happen to be walking through the community OR lounge and see her sitting there. We chat. I was on my way to lunch, and the following came up at some point...
"I wonder what kind of soup they have today," she says. Now, in our local local all the charge nurses carry 5-digit in-house phones. I tell her, give me your house phone number and I'll call you when I get down to the caff and let you know. She obliges, but then I realize it's this stupid 5-digit house number that's a complete pain in the ass to connect to from an outside phone (ie, gotta call the operator, wait, get connected through, etc.). I don't carry a house phone unless, well, I'm covering the house.
So, she says, "Here, just take my cell #."
I go to the caff, check out the soups, call her from my cell to her cell explaining the choices, and she tells me she'll have a cup of the butternut (insert joke here). I bring it back to her, and she starts to reach for her wallet. I tell her, "Eh. Don't worry about it. You can owe me." It's a friggin' cup of soup. Big deal.
Flash forward a week...
I ignore the phone ringing last night because I'm not on-call, which is the only source in my half-asleep mind I think it might've been. I wake-up this morning to see that, as you can guess, it's this same butternut chick who's called me in the middle of the night. The text message she sent, BEFORE she called, was "Hey, are you at work? I owe you a bowl of soup."
Booty text. No voice message.
Thankfully, the GF wasn't spending the night last night (has the kids this week). I had to work today, not butternut.
But...
Now I'm curious. I mean, this girl is insanely hot (which usually, in my experience, equals crazy). Anyway, I texted her back this morning. Radio silence for now.
That leaves me, at this point, with only the following two conclusions:
(1) I obviously have learned nothing from the recent Tiger Woods debacle.
(2) I only care right now what DreamMachine has to say about this subject.
-copro