Twenty Seven Dollars

Is all it’s going to cost me to fly to Vegas in a month.  TWENTY SEVEN DOLLARS. 

I saw this incredible deal ($3 each way, taxes and fees applied), and had to immediately text My Irishman.  You see, the awkward thing here, is that when I’m there, I’m there with him.  When I’m home, I’m not with him.  Well, I AM but I’m not.  You know what I mean.  I date others when I’m home, and in short, he and I simply don’t speak of it.  We keep in contact, talk, text, email, etc.  But we never discuss dating others.  And yeah, I’m good with that.  So, when seeing this incredible deal, how could I pass it up?   Yet I had to wonder – could he have gotten himself a girlfriend?   And if so, how to bring up a visit to him but yet not make it awkward for him to say no just in case he IS dating someone else?  And with further consideration, I decided to just be upfront, typical QTMama style.  I sent the following text message …

Hello handsome!  You have yourself a girly friend yet or what?  

I didn’t hear anything for a couple of hours, which is odd.  Very odd.  But finally, I heard back:

Hello there!  The answer is no, but I do have one helluva hangover.

 Yay!

Hmm … hangovers are no good.  Perhaps I should fly out and make it all better.

<waiting for a response with baited breath>

Seriously?  Get your ass on a plane!  And be quick about it.

Woooooo hoooooo!!

And there you go.  $27 dollars later, I’m going to see my Irishman.