Several weeks passed. School got really busy and the rainy season began. And I never heard from Caliswag. I even deleted (but memorized) his number from my phone so that if I got a text from an unknown number, I would be casually surprised. But no such luck. One Saturday night, I was drinking with friends and got drunk enough to muster enough courage to text him. That’s right, folks, I took the first move and texted him!!! And guess what? It paid off…
“Hey, what are you up to?” I sent. Several hours passed before I got a response.
“Hey, sorry, who is this?” He responded. At first I was furious and confused at the same time. Really, douche bag? After our magical night at the frat house, you deleted my number? I considered not responding and just forgetting about him, but he was too good to let go. (SIDE NOTE: MY NAME FOR THE PURPOSES OF THIS BLOG IS BLAZE OKAY!?)
“It’s Blaze, we hung out a few weekends ago… at the dance?” I sent back. Hundreds of thoughts were going through my mind at that point. Was he not interested? Did he forget me? Was he just so drunk that he forgot to save my number? Did he realize that he was way too attractive for me and deleted my number? Then my phone buzzed.
“Oh hey! Sorry, I broke my phone this week, I stepped on it after soccer practice.” THANK THE LORD! Throughout the next few days, Caliswag and I sent hundreds of texts back and forth. Most was small talk, typical texting conversations like “how’s your day?” type of stuff. I would stay up later than I should have just to respond to his message late at night. You know what I’m talking about, where you’re lying in bed, about to fall asleep, but you don’t completely drift off because you’re waiting for a text message from a boy. Don’t pretend like you haven’t done that, all girls do it.
Then Thursday rolled around. It was about 4pm and I had just gotten home from a long day of classes. My phone buzzed in my purse, and I look at it to see a message from Caliswag.
“Hey, what are you up to tonight?” It read. I sat down on my bed to think about what I really was up to that night. I had some homework to do, but did I really need to do it that night? I didn’t have class the next day, so I didn’t have to worry about that either…
“Not much, what about you?” I responded. This was kind of a lie, but obviously homeboy asked me what I was up to for a specific reason, right?
“No plans as of now =)” He sent back. Okay, so how am I supposed to interpret that? Does he want to hang out, or is he just telling me that we’re both going to be bored and alone on this Thursday night? I read his message as an invitation to hang out, so I sent the most nonchalant, subtle invite I could think of:
“Well I’m probably going to stay home and watch a movie or something. You’re more than welcome to join if you want.” I thought that was an appropriate response, but there was no answer for a while. As I waited for his response, I tried to keep myself busy. Was it too much? Was my message too forward? Maybe he really didn’t want to hang out and just didn’t know how to tell me…
“That sounds nice, at your house? Where do you live?” He finally replied. A huge wave of relief and excitement flooded my body. Several more messages were sent back and forth until we decided upon a time when he would come over. The rest of the evening I couldn’t focus on anything. I was patiently waiting, trying to preoccupy myself so time would go by faster. The one awkward thing I had forgotten was that my roommate, Sandy, knew Caliswag, and apparently she had had a crush on him a while back. That could potentially make things really awkward. I mentioned to my roommates that I was having a guy over to watch a movie, but I really didn’t want Sandy to know it was Caliswag, so I did my best to keep it a secret.
“What time is mystery man coming over?” Sandy asked. “Around 11” I told her. “Okay, I’ll make sure I’m in my room when he comes.” She said. I desperately hoped she didn’t think it was him. But how would she know? She wouldn’t. I felt like a bad friend. But on the other hand, I didn’t care. He was so hot. And he wanted to hang out with me, not her. So there.
Around 11:35pm, I was getting nervous. He was late, and I was getting sleepy. I had already completely cleaned my room and made my bed, brushed my teeth, put on a comfy yet sexy movie-watching outfit and applied a ridiculous amount of mascara to my eyelashes (I’m so vain). All of a sudden, I hear a soft knock on the front door. My heart started pounding furiously; I was slightly concerned it was beating so fast that it would kill me. And I suddenly didn’t feel sleepy anymore. I nervously made my way into the living room, unlocked the door and opened it.