Adult Blogs: BUS STOP WHORES pissed her off. But a few weeks later, when I couldn't take not seeing her anymore, I called and left a message on her voicemail, telling her to call me back because I had to talk to her.
When she did, it was like nothing had happened. "Yeah, I've been meaning to call you, too," she said. "Both boys are going to be gone the weekend of the 30th, so I was wondering if you'd like to come over that night?"
Whoa... this was easier than I thought it would be. Neither of us ever really wanted to be the first to back down after a fight. Which was why I might call her, but I would never apologize to her - not to mention my car could have been stolen that night, so I felt I had a valid reason to be just as mad as she was.