I will admit it. I got myself into a right state yesterday.
By early evening I had barely heard from Wild Card. There had been one short message hours early, then nothing again.
I want to blame hormones, I really do, and in part they are to blame. I was over sensitive, emotional…
But when it got to dinner time and he had still not got into contact, I was anxious. Upset. I couldn’t eat. Still couldn’t concentrate.
I drafted a post on here, more as self therapy than anything else. I tried to look at the lessons I could learn from this. I couldn’t deal with the why, doubt still clouding my judgement. I’m normally good at reading people.
As I sat in front of the fire, music playing and feeling utterly sorry for myself, I decided to phone him myself. I would know then, once and for all. His uncharacteristic silence/sporadic texting would be explained either way and I could go cry into my pillow. (Yes, you read right 😔)
With my heart hammering in my chest, I pressed call. And waited and waited.
And just as I was beginning to lose hope, he answered.
He was clearly tired, half asleep, lights dimmed. He told me he had been travelling today for work and that he had missed me.
We had another great chat, filled with laughter and flirting. And there was no mistaking how he felt about me, I could see it in his eyes. There was a vulnerability about him at one point which was really cute.
Satisfied and sated that he had not disappeared and that there was an actual, genuine reason for his silence today, the video chat ended positively.
Within half an hour, Second had finished his shift and had messaged me.
Strangely, our text chat felt a little different also. I told you that he was guarded in his feelings usually, but since our ‘serious’ chat the other day he has been using terms of endearment and is more complimentary.
Again we laughed together, making each other laugh, and talked about what would happen when we meet. He finally asked me if I was seeing other people. I said no, which is true in a physical sense. I have still not been on any dates. I’m not talking to anyone other than him and Wild Card.
He sent me a photo of himself, taken right there and then, and I swooned. Best picture he had sent me. It was animated, happiness in his eyes, and was like our one and only video chat all those weeks ago. Wow.
What the hell am I doing? What am I going to do?
I realise that I do feel slightly different about them. Second makes me feel more secure even though a relationship with him would be more complicated than with Wild Card.
Wild Card makes me feel passionate. And there’s no doubt that I was grieving yesterday when I thought he had gone.
Double trouble. And I’m starting to feel like a double bitch. Again.
Thoughts anyone? Please be gentle with me.