Guess who called me at 5 a.m. to wake me up and say he was on his way over? Then guess who drove over here, unlocked my motorcycle, drove it to the inspection with me on the back, waited in a line that was 3 blocks long, went through the inspection, brought me home, locked the bike back up and recovered it for me all by 7:15 a.m.? Then guess who waited for me to get to my meeting in Silver Spring, met me at the meeting and gave me the parking pass I left in his car?
Have I reversed it? Are my charms kicking in again? I’m trying so desperately to be nice this time. After we said bye this morning he said, “Call me when you are out of your meeting” – a true clingy statement if I’ve ever heard one. And usually when he gives me those “Call me when…” directives, I purposely ignore them to show him whose boss. Everyone will be so shocked, I called him when I left that damn meeting. Just to show what kind of a cooperative girl I am.