Another ending

It had been almost three days since we had spoken.  The last words we had shared were terse and forceful.  I had tried to calm things down before I left that evening, but he was not responsive.

“Do you really want our first fight to be over this?”

“Fine by me,” was all he said as he stalked into the house and shut down.

I’m not sure which frustrated me more – the fight or his shutting down.  Clue Number 1

To say I was happy to get the call would be an understatement.  I had left a couple of messages, but he had to cool down in his own way.  That was how he handled things.  “Let’s meet for drinks tonight,” he says.  

“Great, I really want to put this whole thing behind us.  I’ll call you after work.  Have a great day, sweety.”

He didn’t respond in kind.  Clue Number 2

When I walked into the restaurant bar, he stood up and hugged me.  “It’s so good to see you,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me.  That warm embrace, the closeness, the feel of his body against mine.  I was sure it was all going to be ok.

But he didn’t kiss me first.  Clue Number 3

“…it sort of clued me in that perhaps we’re moving in different directions…”

“…I wanted to tell you before it went too much further, to respect you and your feelings…”

“…it’s nothing personal, it’s just our feelings for each other are different.”

I felt my shoulders slump.  The din of the bar banged and echoed in the swimming pool that was my head.  My mouth was so dry I couldn’t even swallow.  I looked him square in the eye and saw nothing but concern.

“Oh…” was all I could utter.  I felt the tears pushing at the seams of my eyes, threatening to spill forth.  “Not here, not here, not here” I said to myself over and over again.  He’s talking, but I’m not hearing, I’m just trying to keep myself from crying in the bar.  It was not until I was safe inside my car, about to head over to his house to collect my belongings that it flowed forth.  Like a river cresting at flood stage they streamed, broken only by sobs and heaves.  

A wise man once likened falling in love to a drop of some intoxicating, addictive substance entering your bloodstream.  Once in the blood, it goes straight to the heart.  You feel it once and you want to feel it again.  Always.

I’m not sure when it entered my system with him, but it sure did.  He had once commented that those words were frequently used too loosely.  Said by those that neither understood or truly meant what they stood for.  

Oh sweety…  I know what they mean.  I understand what they mean.  And I spoke the truth.

A plague on my house

Bill Cosby once said that people, left to their own devices, will destroy themselves once they get some time off.  To this point he detailed that on weekends, people - sane, intelligent people - will do the wildest and craziest things to such an extreme that come Monday morning, they are thankful that they have a job to go to.  For apparently they are unable to make wise decisions for themselves.

This past weekend ended up being a four-day weekend for me.  Well, actually... make that five.  The reason?  Easter holiday, got work completed late Thursday night so as not to have to come in on Friday, or until Tuesday.  Well, Tuesday didn't happen due to the simple fact that a plague was placed on my house.

Being as it was a long weekend and I had no real definite plans, I was supposed to catch up with a certain tall, dark-skinned, handsome, Latino.  I missed his birthday shenanigans a little while ago and we were supposed to grab a drink or two.

Did it happen Thursday night?  No.

Friday night?  Nope.  I had dinner with friends and passed out in the guest bedroom.

Saturday night?  Are you crazy?!?  It was like -400 degrees and sleeting here.  In Texas.  In April!!!!  I went home and went to bed.

Sunday night?  Of course not, but that would have completely made sense.  I went out and had a great time at Elysium for 80s night.  An 80s night that I really don't remember a great deal about.  Except that I did dance for a moment before realizing that I don't like dancing here.

No, I ended up not meeting up with said tall, dark-skinned, handsome Latino.  But he was able to curse me with the plague.  He stated that were we to not meet up, and he read that I was ill over my long weekend, he'd know it was karma, bad ju-ju, what-have-you getting back at me for not keeping to my word.  A plague that is still haunting me, but alas, I must endeavor to move forward.

So, let's just say that my four-day weekend turned into an uncomfortable five-day weekend.  That, and I have watched enough Charmed, Law & Order, Mythbusters, Stargate SG-1, Workout, and... yes, I'll admit it...  Deadliest Catch to fill my adled mind for a while.