I don't wanna play!

"So have you talked to him yet?"

My co-worker greeted me this morning with the very cloud that had been looming over me for the past day and a half.

"No, I haven't heard from him," I said as a slumped down into my chair, thankful for the height of my cubicle walls so they can block out any rays of sunshine that might have penetrated through my cloud.

"You should text him." Justin is always eager to give dating advice, he's my "guy's-point-of-view" go-to man.

"But I initiated contact last time!" I said, sounding more like myself fifteen years ago when I thought it was my brother's turn to take out the trash.

Here's the story: HCD left for Las Vegas yesterday. I saw him Halloween night after I spent most of the evening ooohing and aaahing over children's costumes - little Darth Vader and Yoda were my favorite. He invited me over, I stayed the night, yada yada yada. The next morning as we walked to our cars to head off to work, I wished him a happy journey to the land of illicit behavior. He said, "I don't leave until tomorrow. I'll call you later."

Oh, wonderful! I'll get to hear from him before he leaves. I left for work with a smile on my face and warmth on my lips from his goodbye kiss. As day turned to evening and evening to night, the smile faded and my lips felt as though I'd just used them to put a hickey on an Eskimo's butt.

Nothing. Not one word, text or the like, came from my HCD.

Yesterday morning I decided to send a little email, just to let him know I was thinking of him. It looked exactly like this:

have a nice trip

Nothing more, nothing less. His response? "Thanks. I'll talk to you later..."

LIAR. So Justin thinks I should send a text asking how the trip is going. Rebecca thinks I should just sit back and wait for him to make next contact. And what do I think??

I don't wanna play this game. *Cue Stomping of Foot Here*