After work tonight, I saw a text from Wiley stating that, “Hey, I’m moving home (Chicago) on the 15th so I was hoping we could grab a drink this weekend fer old time sake…”
As soon as I saw this I immediately called him; I’m fed up with these overly dramatic texts when we should just CALL one another (not like his supposedly accidental pocket dial from last time)! Answering the phone,
Wiley: Hey you, what’s up?
Me: *cutting the bullshit* OK wtf is this about? You’re moving back to Chicago?
Wiley: Uhh, yeah…about that. I’m not, I actually lied. I thought it was the only good enough reason for you to wanna see me after the last time we saw each other…..*referring to the first story to ever jump start this blog, the night now made infamous for me at Stout*
I had to give it to him, it was a very endearing move. After ripping him a new asshole for embarrassing the shit out of me and for making me famous for reasons with which I was not comfortable, Wiley apologized profusely as I happily accepted. Before agreeing to drinks, I let Wiley know that, “JUST SO YA KNOW!!! I WAS FUCKING SOMEBODY SINCE WE LAST SPOKE!!!!” (No, I didn’t tell him about M&M later on that night but I did explain to him that I’d been seeing Drummer, who actually happened to live a couple doors down from him…ugh talk about SHITTING WHERE I EAT all over LA) in efforts to prevent another incident like the last from occurring.
Jester said he thinks it’s a bad idea for me to see Wiley again considering how emotionally erratic he is when he’s around me and how much he apparently is still in love with me. While I do agree with Jester on both accounts, I will say that at this point it always makes for an entertaining time. Jester couldn’t help but agree and give his blessing.