Waiting for Georgios

Last night I waited by the telephone for my boyfriend George Stromboulopoulos to call. He did not.

As you might imagine, I was disappointed.

Why George, why? Why didn't you call to tell me I'd won the Coronation Street contest? I watched you every night for three nights in a row. (I stayed up late to catch the 11 p.m. version, not the 9 p.m. time-shifted/western feed.) I promptly emailed the answers to all three questions. I gave you my home address and telephone number.

As you might imagine, I am disappointed that you didn't call.

George, I have a sister living in England that I could have visited. I could have gone to a Man U game and visited the Corrie St. production set. I could have flown with the CBC's "The Hour" crew overseas.

Someone else won my trip. George is taking someone else across the pond. I am heartbroken.