The Over-Educated Nympho

I’m not good at the waiting game. Never have been. But some things I am much less impatient about waiting for than others.Guys? Generally I want to know what the hell is going on right now.Work? I can wait that one out a lot longer.With guys I’m especially bad if I’m waiting on someone I genuinely like, ie someone I see as quality boyfriend material. Frankly it’s because I assume that any guy I like realizes what a huge deal it is that I’m seeing him as a real human being and not just a hottie to ride for all he’s worth. But you can’t tell a guy that.

With guys I only see as a piece of ass, I can usually wait longer. This is because it’s a lot easier to find a hot guy than a nice guy. (Um, not that I have gotten on a guy of either variety lately, but I am actively trying to improve that situation.)

With work, I’m in it for the long haul. That position I interviewed for in another department at my office–that was what, a month and a half ago? But it’s cool. I’m still here. Being as patient as Mary Fucking Sunshine. It’s cool.

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Sunday evening I called Hemp Boy and left him a voice mail.Monday, nothing. No biggie.Tuesday morning, 6:49 am to be exact, he texted me. I keep my cell phone in my purse by the front door at night, so I didn’t get it right away. Whenever I get a text, missed call, or voicemail, my cell phone proceeds to nag me with beeping every five minutes. Which meant that from 6:49 am until the time I got up (much much later, I am NOT a morning person), I kept hearing my fucking cell phone Beep . . . . . . . . . . . . Beep . . . . . . . . . . . . Beep . . . . . . . . . . .

MmpphhhhhaarrgghHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

When I finally wake up to check the damn thing all Hemp Boy sent me was Anyone up yet?

WORST FIRST TEXT MESSAGE EVER. ESPECIALLY AT SIX FORTY FUCKING NINE IN THE GODDAMN MORNING.

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