Wednesday was Loserman’s birthday.
It isn’t something that I can easily forget because it’s the day after my mother’s.
It was the first thing that popped into my head when I woke up that morning.
Not anything at all about the lovely date I had the previous evening with one of the Craig’s List gentlemen…
Nope, my brain went straight to Loserman.
To be fair, for the past 7 years, it is technically the first birthday of his that we haven’t been “together”.
So, I had the brilliant idea of sending him a text message to wish him a happy birthday (my brain still has his number memorized – he’s been deleted from my phone). My rationalization was that, hearing from me (of all people) so early in the morning would start his day off really super crappy.
It was my expectation that he wouldn’t respond at all and I could add that to my pile of reasons…
That whole idea totally backfired, of course.
He responded almost immediately, using my name so I would know he was aware exactly who the message came from.
“Thanks Smitten. I hope you have a great day too.”
Guess who’s day ended up being crappy…