Two for too...

I was so excited about getting myself into bed at a reasonable hour. Hoping to begin a productive weekend/ Unfortunately for some reason the moons are against me. I wake at 2 am to find two (2) texts from two (2) men. the men who currently bisect my life and my demure.

First, ‘chase’ as in… the Chase. This boy (editors note: "boy", "kid", "chick" are used as gender notifications, & are not age specific, but unless otherwise stated, said noun is definitely legal for all future mentioned activites ... bloggers note: whatever it's my 2nd blog and i'm "a safetly first kinda girl" - pretty woman) is my match. a puzzle piece fit with ONE huge problem… proximity. He lives about 700 miles (soon to be further) away. We "met" at on a family trip I took New Years Eve 2 years ago. We kept in close touch, but we never committed to anything further than a true kinship and adoration. but without trying ... he owns my heart in every way a person can.
a piece of me joined him across the world, the remainder doubted the validity of the joy ride. I wore my heart on my sleeve, but to no avail. He didn't want to be in a relationship with me.

The second (2) text came from a second (2) man ... ‘rebound.’ he was my rebound from Chase and occasionally he bounces into the picture to keep me in the game & on my toes.
Last night around 1AM texts me: "out tonight?" (read: booty call) This man, is the extreme opposite of Chase. He has no part of my heart, but he has proximity. And… a good body :) . I think I’ve actually seen him before midnight once in my life, and it was the night we met. He has the an amazing ‘up against the wall’ factor (example… I am in the door, and w/in 2 seconds I’m pinned up against the wall, in a good way).

Now, its the middle of the night, I’m supposed to be catching up on sleep but instead I’m being subjected to the two (2) extremes of my life… how am I supposed to go back to sleep now. Well, I do.. and dream I’m married to Chase. Blasted!

So I wake up, unrested… sigh… teach my bootcamp class, get to work and now I’m sitting at my computer surrounded by loads of work, and all I can think about is…

should I call Chase? Knowing darn well he’s going to talk to me like a buddy/pal from circa last week and fill me in on his adventures in ‘boyhood-goofing around-never gonna grow up and get a full time job’ land? Or

should I respond to Rebround? With something to respects of ‘rain check’? (read: booty call)

Decision: put both off. Focus, focus. I want to do some bouldering later today, and I know it’s not gonna happen if I keep on hopping b/t the 2. focus, focus (seriously!!!)