So I guess I never finished my Mustang story. Before continuing, I will summarize what has gone on between us:

- I’ve been speaking to him everyday at the gym for over a yar

- I don’t know his real name

- A while back, I was joking about how guys never call back

- A week after that, he took my number so he could come over on Christmas

So that brings us to Christmas. I was home alone all Christmas. It was pretty boring, but I was armed with junk food a bunch of movies, so it didn’t overly bother me.vWhen he didn’t call, I didn’t really mind much. I mean, what would I have really done with him, other than take him away from his own family?

I saw him at the gym last night for the first time since Christmas…and I started thinking about it. While I honestly didn’t mind him not calling on Christmas, I sarted thinking about how he just plain old didn’t call. Even after he specifically said “If I had your number, I would call.”

Throughout my workout, I kept waiting for him to come up with an excuse. “My aunt kept me at her house longer than I wanted.”; “My phone totally died.”; “My phone was stolen so I lost your number.”. Nothing. Instead, I overheard him talking to some other guys about his Christmas. “I went to my aunts for a bit, then I had an awesome house party to go to.” Ok, that wasn’t the issue. Then, “I prefer being with Telus. I’ve had the same phone forever, and it’s never given me a problem. I get reception anywhere.”

Damn. Now I have a complex.