Den’s Friday night date cancelled on her. She actually considered making the drive to see me. I talked her out of it. It didn’t make sense if we were going to see each other on Saturday.She said Saturday at 3pm. She was going to pick me up because she’d be in the area anyway. Her Friday dinner was rescheduled to a Saturday lunch. There was some irritation from me at having “our day” interrupted in the middle for someone who couldn’t seem to keep her original plans…And why was this bitch so special that she could drive to my area to see her, but couldn’t make the trip for me? I must admit, I didn’t have these thoughts initially. These thoughts came much later…
Saturday morning around 8, I get the first phone call. Den is attempting to get me to get up early, so we can spend time before and after her lunch. She said she realized that her lunch was cutting into our plans. I was still sleep. I wanted to go run an errand. She called back around 9:30 and I was up moving around.
As a precautionary measure, I wanted to make sure all of the areas of my body that should be hairless, were indeed hairless. I tend to get slack when no one is seeing my bare body. I found clothes, shaved, cleaned my bathroom before I knew it, my cell showed a time of 11:47am. Den was going to be in the area around noon. I was running late.
My first clothing choice didn’t meet my approval. It very rarely does with me. I started pulling out more and more clothes. She called. Told her I needed 10 more minutes. That turned into 20. She called again. I let the phone ring.
I made it to her as she was sitting at the bar of the Flying Biscuit. She was sipping on a mimosa and looked genuinely happy to see me. Seeing her brought back a flood of memories from our first encounter…I couldn’t help but to get a little hot under the collar. We stayed there for a few minutes while she finished her drink. We walked around the park for a sec, ended up at the bar she was going to for lunch so she could watch football. Two more drinks for her. At some point, she kissed me in the bar. Nothing spectacular. Just a quick peck on the lips. I dipped out 30 minutes before her date was to arrive. I went home to clean.
Approximately, an hour and 15 minutes later. I get an IM from her saying she had been stood up and she just wanted to go home. I felt tears building up in my eyes. I cursed her out via IM. She said she was going to come by. I told her to go home. She pleaded. I still said no. We went back and forth like this through about 10 exchanges. I finally gave in. I don’t know why because seeing her didn’t make things better. She promised we would spend all day Sunday together.
It was until after she left that I realized she worked on Sundays. She’d recently changed her schedule and I guess she forgot too. I was mad all over again. After a conversation via IM and the phone, what it boils down to is she’s still attached to the Last Girl. She can’t put forth the same type of effort I am right now. I want to leave her alone, to pack up every emotion I’ve had related to her and store it somewhere else, but I can’t. I want to so bad, but it’s something about her that’s holding me hostage.
I do plan on adjusting how I interact with her. Unfortunately, I’ve been the other woman before and even though this isn’t the situation I’m in now, I feel like I have to handle it the same way. I have to be patient, make no demands, have no expectations, and keep things light and easy. This may render me bored, may even cause me to focus my attention elsewhere, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I don’t know what the outcome of this will be…
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