Missing Me

I hadn't seen or talked to Jew Boy in a few days, so in a drunkin stupor, I dispatched a desperate text.

Me: "Do you miss me yet?"

No Response. No Response for over thirty minutes. My phone finally rang. I quickly said, "Are you not going to respond my text?" He replied, "I just did by calling you. I would never respond to a message like that with another message. And yes, of course, I miss you."

We spoke about our upcoming plans to see a much anticipated concert. I asked if he was excited about the show. "I am excited to see you," he was frank.