Okay, so As the Stomach Turns took a little bit of a hiatus, I guess you could say… I’ve been busy moping and whatnot, so I haven’t had the chance to update, but I’m here now! 
So, last episode: Buckethead had purchased a phone card on Monday April 17, but had yet to use it. Eventually, he came online at the same time as me, and started talking to me over MSN while I was at work. It was a strange conversation, wherein I gave him shit for not calling me yet, and for not talking to me for a week. It was gentle shit, but it was shit nonetheless.
Apparently not very effective shit, because I didn’t hear from him again until THIS Monday, April 24th (that’s 4 days, for the fans keeping score at home). And still, according to him, he was only responding to a text that I’d sent him – he said that he’d gotten a text from me at lunch time, saying that I really needed to talk to him. Ya, I sent no such text. I wondered if someone picked up my phone (I leave it sitting on my desk when I’m at work and don’t usually remember to bring it out with me on breaks) and decided to play god… but I can’t think of anyone that would BOTHER.
Either way, he tried to tell me over text (again) that he had tried to call me (but I didn’t see a missed call notice on my phone, OR a voicemail – his excuse was that he thought I was avoiding him. How can you avoid someone that’s not talking to you?). Either way, he told me that he was at the bar just then, so he couldn’t call, but we could continue texting. So I let him have it over text. Told him that I wasn’t going to discuss things with him on text anymore because it was so impersonal, and that if he wanted me to believe that he’s interested, then he has to make an EFFORT.
So, first thing Tuesday morning, he texted me and announced that he was going to call me that night. Of course, because I’m an IDIOT, I got all excited about the prospect and proceeded to wait by the phone like a frickin CHICK for him to call. By 10.30pm, I still hadn’t even had a text from him, so I decided “Screw it, I’m going to bed and tomorrow morning, he gets a nasty e-mail”. Then, the God/Man deal kicked in and Buckethead got his psychic nudge in the ribs and texted me, to see if I was still awake.
Suffice to say that over the next two hours, he apologized a LOT and actually ASKED me to tell him my worries and frustrations, so he could fix them. I told him I didn’t want to be a demanding, high-maintenance chick, but that he HAD to talk to me more often, because when I have to wait SIX FREAKING DAYS, I start to want to be rid of him. I also told him that he had to come visit me because I REFUSE to go there. And that he had to make an effort – he had to do something (or many little somethings) to convince me that he’s actually interested this time. That made him pretty quiet, and I asked him why, and all he would say was that he was thinking of something to do that would convey it. We’ll see what happens. He actually THANKED me for giving him a second (HE said second, I corrected him and said THIRD) chance… hmm.
Racking up brownie points, there… So, it was a two hour-long call, and even though things aren’t “fixed”, they’re better, which is nice. He’s spent all day texting me, which is also nice, because he’s REALLY sucking up good now! Calling me “gorgeous” and “beautiful” and even throwing out the “babe” card! I think it might be early for the “babe” thing, but it’s kind of nice to hear it again… God, I’m SAD. Help!
