"Gimme Some Lovin"

I currently have four ringtones on my phone to give me a general idea of who may be calling me at any particular moment in time. When my girls call me, I hear "Escape, The Pina Colada Song" by Rupert Holmes, and when it's one of my boys I hear G. Love's "Baby's Got Sauce." My parents and sister ring "Everything" by Michael Buble, and for the sake of humor, I gave PTA "The Distance" by Cake.

A few weeks ago I was off somewhere in dreamland, probably quite content when I was suddenly transported to a Cake concert in my dream. As I was sound asleep, it took me a few minutes to realize that in reality it was my phone and not my own personal concert. Since it was barely 5:00 am on a Monday, I couldn't imagine why PTA would be calling me at this particular hour, so curiosity got the better of me and I answered the phone. As it turns out, he was on the way to the airport in Raleigh and wanted to know if a detour by my house was possible. I said yes because I am obviously weak and have no self control when he is involved. I was attempting to give him directions as I ran around like a crazed person trying to shave my legs, brush my teeth, and make myself halfway presentable in the 15 minutes it took him to get to my house.

I opened the door to say hi, and as I closed it, I was backed up against it as we kissed and clothes started flying off. We moved things upstairs where we alternated between fooling around, kissing, talking, and spooning. The half hour that he was here flew by way too quickly, although I'm sure that a few of my tricks should lead him back here eventually. He called to tell me he made it to the airport ok, how much fun he had, how hot he thought I am, and that he would call me later in the week. All I can say is that if I started all my Monday mornings that way, my stress level at work would go down considerably!

As for the whole PTA situation, I have decided that trying not to be attracted to him and having feelings is obviously not working, so I am just going to go with the flow. I plan on having fun and enjoying the ride until someone comes along who makes me as happy but is actually available.

"Radar Love"

I am convinced that men are equipped with a special radar device. This device alerts them when a female is making an attempt to move on and is no longer thinking about them at least once an hour on the hour. I am thinking that the device provides a statement that only any male ever associated with you in a romantic or even booty call way can hear such as, "Danger, danger, she's moving on and if you don't act quickly you'll miss out." Anyone who has ever been on a date with a guy only to find three voicemails from other men can surely attest to this theory. It is clearly an evolutionary device that has developed over time as people move apart to help men keep options open for planting their seeds. I am not entirely sure of the scientific background for this theory, but I feel certain that it has to do with some unknown signal produced by the female that is not limited by distance because let's face it, at least one of those voicemails was left by a male who wasn't even in the same state at the time.

Case in point, this weekend I decided to move on and keep things strictly professional with PTA (because I am neurotic enough without trying to be friends with someone who I want to jump every time I see him), and I was beginning to open up to the idea of the possibility of The Pilot. Granted we haven't met yet or even talked on the phone, but we seem to have a lot in common (the most important thing being that we are both single). Nevertheless, one afternoon this week PTA decided to give me a call. Just when I thought I could maybe move on and that maybe everything I was feeling was just sexual frustration, he pops back in just long enough to get back in my head! He even went as far to tell me to give him a call sometime when I'm bored! What the hell does that mean?!? Now as many of you know because I am constantly going through my contacts when I am driving, I can be a talker when I am driving long periods by myself. I am very concerned that on Wednesday, I have a long ride back to my house after I spend a few days at the beach. My question is should I actually call him if I get bored driving? Help!!!