Uh Oh

I've opened a box here. At the time, I suspected that I was getting in over my head, but things just took on a whole new dimension. As Roomie said on Saturday: When you're up to your ears in shit, better not open your mouth.

Here we go: I get home from a lovely dinner with two of my favourite girls at one of my favourite restaurants. Any meal topped off with a hot chocolate brownie, vanilla ice cream, chocolate sauce and three spoons definitely tops off my list as an awesome meal. On my machine there are three messages. Apartment Boy, rambling about his weekend. Apartment Boy, rambling about something I can't quite make out on my low quality machine. A hang up.

He never calls, let alone twice. Have I opened a box that has led Apartment boy back? Has jealousy made him realize he would like to be with me after all? Or is he merely being friends? What did Roomie say to him today? The curiosity is almost too much. I had a stressful day at work and this is too much to handle right now. He is calling me back in a bit... and I'm compelled to call Roomie to find out what the hell is going on. Actually I'm compelled to throw my phone out the window.

I suspect that I'm in shit further than my ears.