As though it's not enough that he proclaimed his love for me (for over 5 years!) in one of the sweetest emails ever.
As though it's not enough that he offered me, and truly would give me one, a kidney.
He does this:
Textmail: Baby, is there something you forgot to tell me??
Because I'm completely paranoid lately (for good reason), and because I hate hurting people, I start racking my brain.
What could this be about?
Did he call my brother and find out what the doctor said this morning?
Did he talk to Cody and find out that I had a semi-psuedo-date thing arranged for tonight?
What, what, what???
Textmail: Ummm . . . I don't think so.
And for 15 minutes, I continue to go nucking futs crazy trying to figure out what kind of trouble I'm in.
Textmail: I think you did. And I think it was on purpose. I'm calling you at noon.
I'm in trouble.
Me: Umm, Hi.
Bryan: So why didn't you tell me?
Me: I don't even get a hi?
Bryan: Hi. Why didn't you tell me?
Me: I really REALLY don't know what you're talking about.
Bryan: You didn't bother to mention that this weekend was the Razorbacks first Spring Game.
Every muscle in my body unclenches and I almost jump out of my chair in relief.
Me: Why would I tell you?
Bryan: Because I know you want to go.
Me: Well, yeah.
Bryan: I can fly in Friday night, if you want. We can go to the game Saturday and I'll fly back out here Saturday night. I don't want you to miss the game and I know no one else really cares about going.
He's going to FLY for ONE DAY from FL to AR to take me to a spring football game??
Me: You can't be serious.
Bryan: I know how you feel about your Hogs and I wouldn't mind seein what Dick's been workin on, especially if they're really red shirting Mustain. If you want to go, tell me now, so I can work out the flight arrangements.
He's SERIOUS and, big smile here, he knows my Razorbacks and their plans for play. Gotta admire a man that appreciates college football. Especially SEC football. Especially Arkansas football. Even if Houston Nutt is a moron.
Me: Oh, Bryan, that's okay, really. Mike's going to get the play tape for me, so I can see what they're doing. And I was just in Fayetteville last weekend. Plus, I already made plans. I'm going to be in Hot Springs Friday and Saturday.
Bryan: Are you sure? You're not just saying that because you don't want me to go to any trouble?
Jayzus, does he know me or what??
Me: No, seriously. I am going to be in Hot Springs. And Mike assures me he can get the play tapes. It's not a big deal.
Bryan: Okay, if you're sure. But if you change your mind, call me later tonight and I'll book the flights.
Me: No, it's good, I promise.
Bryan: Okay. Hey, did you see Deeb win in Aruba?
Me: Against that 20-yr old that can't even play tournament in the States yet?
Bryan: You watched!
Me: Ummm, yah, it's poker, hello???!!?? That kid was LUUUUCKYYYY, he should have been eliminated WAY earlier. The river saved his butt two or three times.
Bryan: He was makin crazy stupid bets.
This is why he's one of the best friends EVARR!!!
This is why I'm so scared I'm going to lose him as a friend!
True, Indy, I swear, I'm trying to get over the past and maybe try something with him.
But, the feelings weren't there before . . why would they suddenly show up?
But I do want to keep him as a friend.
Because he knows me so well.
And because I love him.
As a friend.
Poker AND willing to fly hundreds of miles JUST to take me to a Spring exhibition??
I'm the dumbest girl alive.