"Hello Poppet.."

Okay so I've spent the last 6 days pretending not to be waiting for Rocket Boy to text me. It's pathetic, I know, but i can only admit that now because he just has. 20 minutes ago. At 1:30 in the morning, just under a week since I last spoke to him, he texted me.

'Hello poppet. How are you? Hows your week been? x'

I must admit, my heart fluttered immediately at seeing his name on my phone. So, unsure how to play it (Standoffish? Blase? Playful, as if last week didn't happen? Flirty and sexual? Friendly? Annoyed?), I went for the safe;

'Well hello you. Weeks been good, couple of job offers. How did the big gig go? x'

I think it's good. Not as friendly as my usual texts, bit standoffish but interested still. I figured next text I might have a sly dig at his wasted opportunity last week, thus win back the balance of who's chasing who..

Half an hour later. It's now 2am in the morning, and im waiting for him to text me back. Why do I do this? Glutton for punishment much..?

So now I'm thinking dammit! I should have stood my ground. I was far too nice in my text. I should have made him wait, so he couldn't be the one to make me wait! But I do a double take and think what? See suddenly it's all about game playing! How is it that this time last week, we were strangers, and lovers and friends, and absolutely nothing, and it was all simple and new, and suddenly we're playing mind games?

I am really quite annoyed at myself now.