I went out on a limb and invited Chris over for dinner tomorrow night. It was a big limb, especially since I had resolved to sit back and wait for him to do his thing. But you know me, I just couldn't resist. I mean, there is just so much food in my house right now.
I sent him a message: "come round for dinner tomorrow. I have enough food for an army."
Within minutes, I had a response. "I am riding home the long way tomorrow. I won't be free until 8pm. That may be too late."
Yeah, 8pm is SO late. WAY too late for me to cook lasagne, asshole.
Still, it's better than being ignored. But now, I really am done.
NO MORE CHRIS.