I woke up this afternoon to an anonymous text from Motherless asking, "When are you moving?" At first I was creeped out a little because I didn't recognize the number. I asked the texter to identify themselves and the response I got was "It's your son." Seriously? Dude. He is five. He can't spell or use punctuation yet.
I got it out of the texter that it was.... yeah... you guessed it.... Motherless! She was texting me again. This is huge in the world of a 13 year old, I believe. Especially since March 14, 2010 was the last text I received from her. (Yes I know the exact date. I have all of her texts saved still. No judging..... ) Since that time in March, when we had our big "falling out" or whatever, she got a new cell number, and neither her nor her father made me privy of it.
So, second awesome outcome of this: I have her cell phone number now. YAY. I am a ginormous geek.
This truly does feel like I am dating her. It's like butterflies in my tummy and all that shit.
I don't know what's going on. I'm trying to not get my hopes up. I'm trying not to expect too much.