Who has two thumbs and is closing on his house tomorrow with his best friend at 10am? (Picture the most attractive version in your mind of me holding up my two thumbs and pointing them at myself and then saying in a deeper voice than normal with a cheesy grin while flexing my biceps) "This guy!"
Aaron, my tool of a roommate, has been dating freckles the last few weeks. Once again, he's seems to be picking up some more of Calvin's sloppy seconds. Except, I don't think Cal ever made out with her so the analogy would be more Aaron is snaking Calvin's old Panda Express take-out from the back of the fridge. Anyway, if you remember correctly she is Andrea's cousin.
So, occasionally I will see her (and by 'her', I mean Freckles). We exchange hello's and what not but never talk. Aaron informed me after their date the other day that Andrea has been dating the Fireman pretty seriously. Aaron told me in a way that I think he thought was sensitive to my feelings. At one point he said, "This really sucks, dude. It does. But if I was you, I would want to know... do you want to know?"
I don't think I did want to know, but, like this blog, I couldn't help myself. I said, "Know what? Just tell me dude." He said, "Carla (that's "Freckles" for those who didn't follow the link) thinks that they are going to get engaged."
I didn't say anything. I actually took it pretty hard. I mean, I deserve whatever, right? I was the one who let her go. I was the one who ended the relationship. I was the one so overcome with insecurity that I figured she was better off. So I shouldn't be whining. Still, I couldn't help but think that some serious disaster was upon me. I had a sick feeling in my stomach all day.
Would I take Andrea back if she would have me? Today? Yes.