N: In other exciting news….

Winky the Third is back in the picture - and it’s gettin’ freaky! I hadn’t heard from him since the night of me being a prude.  I woke up yesterday morning though - thinking about him - and lo and behold he texted me at lunch yesterday with “plans tonight?”  I DID have plans - so asked if he wanted to hang out another time this weekend.  We’re hanging out Sunday night. 

I tried to make up for some of my prudishness by being flirtatious in our texts and let’s just say Winky has been taking everything to the next level - out of NOWHERE - so much so that I have gasped and thrown my phone at the bar last night, broken out into blushing, and am starting to get scared that when I show up to his place on Sunday there could be some seriously weird stuff there - like midgets and furries and things I don’t even know about.  Here’s some highlights of his texts:

It started innocently with this text from him:

” Wanna do dessert and movie at 7:30?”

Then progressed to these:

When I said sure:  “At mine? Maybe we can even watch comfortably in bed. ;)”

When I said sure again because it’s probably going to be a movie I dont care about finishing anyways and I want to get frisky- and that I promised to be nicer ”Question on that, totally apropos of nothing…was wondering if you had any tattoos…been a fan for the past few years for some reason”

When I said no - cause I can’t commit - and if he had any  “Nah…weird that I em I guess..and totally hear you on commitment issues, lest we forget the belly button (which I think is cute by the way)” - he’s talking about my belly button ring that I hate

“I’m worried though that you’ve become so mature that by the time I see you Sunday you’ll have grey hair…although I think that’s super hot too actually”

Then we launch into about 20 texts about what the other should get for a tattoo - I told him he should do an “I <3 Mom’s Cooking” with an circle/slash through it. I’m getting either Tom Haverford as a cherub or the Taco Bell chihuahua.

Then out of no where:  “By the way, why don’t you come over after tonight?”

I said nope - he said - and this is where I gasped and threw my phone down at the bar with the girls last night - and even now I’m getting all blushy cause I’m a little girl at heart “I’ll see you Sunday then all inked…By the way, if you want to be hairy don’t worry, I actually prefer it.”  GROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.  I dont want to hear that!  It came out of NO WHERE  - totally unprovoked.  Then a “come over tonight?” request.

So - I’m still going on Sunday, and we texted this morning some - completely innocently - then I got this at lunch time:

“Ha…off topic question, ever dated girls?”

WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM!?!?! Im afraid to say anything with innuendo now because I dont want to show up to freaky shit on Sunday.  You may ask why I even want to go on Sunday at all anymore.  Answer - this girl has an itch.