I’m doing yet another short term gig. Just started last week.
We’re on skeleton crew this week, which I kinda like. No one really knows me here, which I kinda like.
I was sitting at my desk actually doing a tiny bit of work when my phone made the loud bling sound it makes when I get a new text. The volume was up really high (oops) and someone nearby turned to look at me. It was Mr. Potential, texting me good morning. I was happy to see it.
The nosy person who noticed my phone bling asked me about my text (some people have no shame). And I replied, “It’s just my boyfriend texting me good morning. He’s in California with his family for the holidays.”
That’s the first time I’ve used that word in reference to Mr. Potential. Boyfriend. Before, I’ve always called him, “the man I’m dating”.
So that’s that. I don’t know how I feel about it. Maybe it’s premature. Maybe it’s about damn time. I don’t know.. But I opened my mouth and out it came.
Tags: boyfriend, texts