The Glamarazzi

“Consistency has always been key.”
“The calling? The texting?”
“Hardly. Just a plain, Hey Sexy text a day or two.”
“No plans in the future?”
Pause. “If future means this weekend, then no.”
“What is the most future invitation that he can come up with anyway?”
“Wellll… He might want my babies soon.”
“You are HALLUCINATING.”
“3 years is fine. I’d still say yes.”
“You will drive him away with that talk.”
“I will NOT give him that talk. I just met the guy last week.”
“Seven days and no future plans. You should be concerned.”
“There was THAT uneventful invite last Friday.”
“Which made him go—?”
“Hey, Sexy! What else?”
“…and do what?”
“Let’s have some fun.”
“Huwwaatt?”
“He can’t just say, Let’s get married! Give us a month.”
“Stymied booty call!”
“I didn’t go.”
“That just validates my point. Why?”
“Me on a plane to Cagayan de Oro.”
“Pfffft.”
“He’s just perhaps keeping me on my toes – mystery should be present, ya know..”
“Impugn the integrity of a man’s evasive tendencies?”
“Homo-evadus, you think?”
“Why are you making excuses for him?”
“Resentful juice flowing is me.”
“Every dog has its day.”
“He’s done the move already. Now its your turn.”
“One invite doesn’t qualify!”
“Do the tango.”
“I’ll ask him out. FINAL. This Saturday.”