I was a little angry as I got ready for bed Friday night. By a little, I mean ready to just go out with other guys if he doesn't care about me! And other whiney stuff.
I'd texted the guy around 2pm, then went out with co-workers. I got in after midnight, checked my phone... no text back. I'd wanted to know if we were getting together over the weekend aka tomorrow.
He'd called the night before, but I'd left my phone at work for the first and hopefully the last time. Somewhere in between me getting mad and deciding my course of action, I realized that I wasn't feeling mad, I was feeling insecure.
I finally listened to the message he'd left me. He was so tired, he just wasn't making any sense. I realized that he'd probably ignored my text until he "got a moment" at work ( I do this all the time and that moment never comes) and then fell asleep after work. I also remembered that I was MIA the previous Saturday, though he had planned a nice a date. He'd texted twice, called at least twice and emailed me. And when I finally got my technology straight and found him (after missing the nice date he planned), he wasn't mad at me.
I decided to send him a quick email, saying I meant to call him back after work (and I did mean to call), but I went out with coworkers and I'd call him in the morning. (I wasn't going to call before noon, though, b/c he'd had a rough work week the week before, and slept til a little before noon that Saturday.) A little before noon he emailed me back saying he was awake, that the work week was hellacious and to please call when I woke up.
I did and we went out that nighg and had a really great time. We'll be going out tonight, too. If this whole thing had happened last year, I would've gotten mad and not taken him seriously. And probably would've ignored him a good bit. I think I'm growing.