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월요일, 3월 07, 2005
today i got ready to flex my cooking muscle and watched the clock, waiting for it to strike 5, when my phone would (theoretically) ring and the Boy would say that he'd just wrapped up at work and he'd be down in about 15 minutes.

no such luck. instead i got a very apologetic phone call an hour after he was due to turn up, telling me that he'd only just finished and asking whether he could come by tomorrow instead?

i half wanted to say, yeah sure, but tomorrow there won't be noodles that i cooked with red bell peppers and i won't be ready to cuddle up on the couch with you because my summative is due at the end of the week. but i stopped myself, because i knew i was being unfair to the Boy. after all, he'd been working his head off the past couple weeks, to the point where i wondered whether he even had time to brush his teeth. yet at the same time, i couldn't help feeling a little bit disappointed, and yes hun, i know i can drop by the union tomorrow, but y'know, somehow it isn't quite the same.

so yes, where was i? being unfair, that's right. i was really looking forward to seeing the Boy tonight, but ah well, the stars weren't aligned and all that. i suppose when i take a step back from the whole situation, he had the heart to call me and let me know he couldn't make it, which is better than some people i know, not naming names. that, and the fact that he suddenly drifted off mid-sentence, and said something about me trying to eat and talk at the same time (when i was halfway through my mmph mmmfph routine). at that point, i couldn't help smiling. here was someone who cared enough to call, and just two minutes before i had been berating the whole enterprise in full technicolour in my head. besides feeling a little bit like a worm just then, i realised that possibly, just possibly, the Boy was thinking of me as well.

at that moment just hearing his voice over the phone made it all better.

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