Psycho-gal...part I

You wanna know just how psychotic you really are? I have a simple answer. Just get into a relationship. Not just any relationship, but one where you actually LOVE the guy. You'll be amazed at how much stupid shit you're capable of doing. I used to be totally jazzed by the chicks that we're all quick to label as "drama queens". You know, the type that will start pulling another chick's hair, burning down their man's house, the whole nine yards? Sure, I often laughed at how any self-respecting woman with a sense of pride and dignity could demean herself like that. Well, that was before I met Steve, my current boyfriend (?) and fell head over heels in love...finally, at the age of 22 I fall in love!

We have a tradition, Steve and I. We work 5 minutes apart and everyday after work, we meet at this coffeeshop at the mall and talk, study for our big exams coming up, watch movies, shop, or head over to his house. On this particular evening, he didn't want to meet coz he had to go home and finish up a project for work. So here I was, all alone at the coffeeshop (something I usually enjoyed), feeling dejected. Granted, I was PMSing and for some strange reason, feeling needy and clingy. What I wanted from Steve that night was some TLC, not "I have to finish up a project from work".

So I went shopping, bought me a sexy little top and decided to surprise him at home and give him a break from his work. He lives 30 minutes away from the mall. On my drive there, I kept picturing him opening his door in boxers (that's how he chills at home) and me standing there with a big smile on my face and as soon as the door closes, I jump on him and we make love right there on his living room floor. The closer I got to his house, the more excited I got. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I kept thinking that maybe I should call to see how far he'd gotten with his work, but I dismissed the idea.

So I get to Steve's house, ring the door bell and wait and wait. He finally opens the door, wearing the red shorts I absolutely love, with a white vest and glasses. First time I'd seen him wear glasses in the 2 months we'd been dating, and he looked incredibly sexy. He prefers contacts (and he usually forgets and sleeps in them). As soon as the door opens, I realize that something's wrong. He stands there, looking perplexed and in turn, I look at him in surprise and start feeling stupid. He lets me in, gives me a really lame, weak hug and then there's an awkward silence before he declares that he's still working on his project and he has some paperwork to finish by morning.

"Why didn't you call honey, I could have saved you a half hour of driving."

With that, he goes upstairs to the study room and I'm left all alone watching TV, talking on the phone and all around feeling stupid. After an hour, it's 10:30, and embarassed, I go upstairs to tell him that I was sorry for bugging him and I was gonna leave. My little fantasy of making love on the living room carpet had long evaporated and I just wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out again. I kissed him and started to walk away. He pulled me back and asked me to wait so he could throw a shirt on and walk me out. So I went downstairs and just as I heard his shuffling feet headed downstairs, I saw a silver cell phone poking from under his couch and had a flashback to the previous day.

On our way to his crib, we'd stopped by the grocery store to grab juice. He left me in the car, and bored to death, my eye caught a silver cell phone lying on the floor of the car. Why on earth does he have two perfectly good phones? Out of boredom and curiosity, I picked the phone up and started playing with it. I turned it on, and to my surprise, it readily lit up. I went straight to the call history (last call made a few days before I met him) and then the text messages. The first one I read was from some nameless number declaring "I wanted to cum ova" sent at 12:54 a.m. and that's as far as I went because I looked up and saw Steve walking out of the store. With that, I turned off the phone and became really hot and bothered. I acted like nothing was going on and within hours, forgot about the phone and the message.

Now, as I stood there staring at that same silver phone, a strange thought occurred to me. I could hear Steve's footsteps as he got ready to head downstairs. Without thinking, I bent down and picked up the phone.....To Be Continued....