Well, I have made the decision to permanently move out here. That's right. Leaving the big city and my little Tudor City behind.
See, there isn't much left there. And here's why...
Over the weekend I went back into town. Now this is a really small, somewhat sleepy town. And who did I see again? Yes, the cop. Let's call him Hulk, as I couldn't stop looking at his h-u-g-e arms. This time around I wasn't so shy. I actually approached him. We started talking and he asked me to grab a bite to eat at the local bar with him after his shift was over.
Hey, I've been living in a house with crazy screaming people. How could I pass this up?
So I waited at the place called Sam's not sure if he would even show. Sure enough he showed up. He was interesting, funny, and a bit too charming. He looked different in his t-shirt and not his cop uniform and still I couldn't get over those guns-- whoa.
So dinner turned into a couple of hours and a couple of drinks. I was feeling sort of guilty and also a little worried- I hadn't heard from N in almost a whole day.
The weird thing is I was actually having fun. I haven't had fun out at night in quite a while.
He must have had at least 3 drinks when he asked me, 'so when are you moving out here?'
The thought did cross my mind, I told him.
He then got up once again to use his phone. Probably has 2 girlfriends wondering where he is, I thought.
He was gone so long, I checked my phone. Finally a text back from N in reply to why I haven't heard from him.
His text: "Where are you?"
Me: California, where do you think I am?
N: No, where exactly right now?
Me: Out in town. Having dinner.
N: Alone or with the crazy crew?
Me: Pretty much alone
N: What's the name of the place?
Me: Huh?
N: Just wanna know the name
Me: Sam's
N: Well hopefully you're not with Sam. Have fun
Strange texting. He sounded pissed. Seems distant lately. Oh well.
Hulk was gone at least 15 minutes by that time. Rude really but hey, this wasn't a date. When he gets back he apologizes for 'the calls', then goes up to get us more drinks.
Right then I see a super tall guy walking around the bar area with hair that resembles....N. It can't be. What the #*(^ ? It just can't be. He looks confused, nervous. He sees me and suddenly his face turns from a look of uncertainty to a big smile, as I must have looked worse than shocked. He comes up to me, grinning and I am thinking.....
I have GOT to get away from this bar table. He gives me a hug.. I'm ready to grab my bag and bolt but just at that moment Hulk comes back with our 2 wines. A look of surprise on both their faces as I try to introduce one to the other. Hulk says, " He looks pissed. I think you better go now".
N and I leave. In total silence. He walks to his rental car. Doesn't even invite me in.
"Alone, huh? How long have you known him?"
I try to explain. Nothing works.
"You told me you always wanted a romantic surprise. So I finally did it. And to tell you more - I flew here to propose to you. But I find the truth out about you here with this musclehead jerk who is busting through his t-shirt trying to wine you up. At least my plane ticket was worth it. To find out the truth about you".
Propose?? He was finally over the commitment-phobia and going to propose ??? I didn't believe him. So I said it -- Propose-- to me-- tonight?? Are you serious??
'Yes', he said so sadly and he took out from his pocket a ring box, threw it on his car seat and then just....drove away.
It was heart crushing. I called him, texted him. Nothing.
And just like that Script song I used to love. I can say it myself now.. I've got nothing.
Nothing to return for...
To be continued tomorrow -- with a special postscript~