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So I waited impatiently all Sunday for my adored boyfriend to call.....nothing. As my mood sunk with the sun, I began to question my quioxtic mission of waiting for nine months for a person who, let's face it, I didn't know all that well before we parted. Hearing my mother's "I told you so" in my mind, I went to bed, grumpy. At 10:30 p.m. the phone rings. Joy! It is the prodigal man, and I'm feeling very 1950's male-dependent female as I race to the phone. He is less than his normally adoring self, leaving this little chickie in a haze of PMS-induced confusion and self-doubt. Am I doing the right thing? Does he still care about me the way his letters say he does? Was I right to turn down that sweet guy that asked for a date? (Yes, because I'm not a slut. But STILL.) Am I just hormonal/horny?AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH. Am less than upbeat as we get off the phone. Ten minutes later (the time it takes to dial a satellite phone), the phone rang again, but I played stereotypical female and refused to answer. Great. I'm now acting like a pissy teenager. Monday.....bad mood ALL day (I AM PMSing!) over this phone call. Monday afternoon- popped by the house to pick up my bag on the way to school...and there was a March 13 letter from honey. Ripped it open, and previously expected words of adoration and love poured out, melting my funk and putting me in a fantastic mood. Good GOD I'm female- what ever happened to being a liberated woman NOT governed by her hormones? Slink to bed Monday night in shame.......
