Then I had this feeling like I should call his home phone. I did. He picks up. Im thinking..wow, I get him in person. Must be my lucky day. We talk for about 10 minutes. Hes making dinner: bowties and prego. I tell him about the message I left on his cell phone. He apologized profusely for not calling. Apparently he got really sick the night of my birthday, later that night and ended up passing out over at a friends place. (Happy Birthday, BTW, he says...I even have a card for you! Not a belated card, but one I got to give you that night. I had it in my bag...[HOW SWEET!!!]) Hes been sorta sick and recovering ever since. I dont buy that as a a wholey valid excuse, but he seemed to believe it, so I let it slide. In any case, he asked if he could call me later this week. OF course, I said SURE! So yay! Oh and I asked him how old he was, since his bday was right before mine. Hes 28. Perfect. He thought I was 26. Alas.
On another note, Im one of those 73% of New Yorkers worried or very worried about another terrorist attack in the city. Especially on the transit systems. I am so happy when I step out of the subway. I want to live a long happy life. I at least want to go out with Lance this weekend. Dont bomb until after that!!