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I have been concentrating on not concentrating on
dating. It’s going fairly well except I
feel as if I’m still pining a little bit for DJ. This whole falling in love
thing sounds terrifying and always has to me.
Falling at all is an awful thing and so if there’s any more love to be
had, I believe I’ll jump in or parachute or round house karate kick it in the
face or something.
I’m still getting emails from TBone once a month on the regs. I got a Merry Christmas text from DJ which I
did not answer because the last time I let myself engage in any shape or form
with him, I ended up sleeping with him and believing all his my baby talk and
all the shit that made me crazy the first two times and then almost going on
another drunken crying jag when he didn’t return my last text.
There is, however, a man in my office building that we must
name, so ima call him Roberto or Bob for my own various reasons. Many months ago, he began stopping by my
office on his daily building rounds that he is required to do. He began to tell me of his ex-wife and their
horrifying divorce after 28 years of marriage.
One day, after he’d been doing this for a few weeks, he stopped and was
chit chatting and out of nowhere began to sob….standing there in my
office. Uncontrollable sobbing. Full on,
snot and tears. Anyone who knows anything about me knows that unless we are
close, ima be standing there like….
So I said nothing. I
just sat, watching him cry. He finally
stopped and apologized and I assured him it would all be fine and it’s going to
take a while to get over this and blah blah blah, pithy platitude, etc., etc. He said thank you and invited me over to
watch the game that weekend…other people are coming, it’ll be fun yadda yadda.
I said, “Sure, we can all use a friend and if you need
someone to hang out with or go get a beer and I’m free, then I’m your gal. Sure I’ll be your friend, I’ve been where you are, let me sing you the song of my people and we can commiserate and be best pals and shit!!”
Always remember - No good deed goes unpunished.
Showed up at his house for the game and surprise, surprise,
no one else could make it. I could see
what was up by how nervous he was and I then began my counter attack. I sat on the floor, ate a jillion wings and
two jillion fries and bread and drank 4 beers like a linebacker. I shunned any
attempt at being cute. I burped, I was
covered in wing sauce, I did everything but hold his head under a couch cushion
while I farted into it.
Bob, however, was not dissuaded from his woefully inadequate
version of wooing. He was drinking two beers to my one as he told me every
awful thing his ex-wife had ever done, showed me every text message of what was
apparently a horrible divorce, told me he’d been ever faithful even though that
meant he’d been celibate for the last ten years. He had become increasingly
grabby and tried to hold my hand. No matter where I sat, he sat RIGHT NEXT TO
ME. I finally got up and “warmed” myself
by the fire and then said…
“Bob, you sound like you’ve had it rough. I know that you feel betrayed and heartbroken
right now, but you don’t need a girlfriend right now. You need a booty call, a hit and quit it type
situation and this,” I said motioning to my own fabulosity, “is not it.”
He sat on the couch looking up at me…Did I mention that he’s
shoulder high to me even standing up? I’m not a heightist and I don’t care if a
dude is a couple inches shorter than me but I don’t want to feel like reverse
Shaq and Laticia.
I digress…he sat looking up at me, weaving slightly from the
8 or so Keystones he’d guzzled. I continued to impart wisdom that I hoped
sounded bruh-like, “You need to go out find a little sum sum and go on about
putting the rest of your life back together. You’re not ready for a
relationship and I’m not ready to nurse someone back to health as anything
other than a friend.”
He answered in an affirmative manner as if he understood
completely and wobbled his way back to the kitchen for another cold one. He came back and started asking me about
bathroom accessories. In all his life,
he’d never had to buy anything like that and omg what should he do?
I said, “Uh, go to the store and pick some shit out in a color
you like, throw it in there and admire your handiwork.”
He laughed as if I were a comedy genius and I knew he was
too drunk to reason with. I asked for
the direction of the bathroom which he handsily directed me toward; hands all
over to direct me the 15 feet to the direction of the bathroom. I thought, This is it, he’s not getting it and I need
to get the fuck out of here.
I texted the Gurl Child and told her to call me with a dire
emergency in 5 minutes. She did and the
screaming that came from the phone was Oscar worthy.
I was impressed as I tried my best to convey my worry to her
and hung up and told him I had to go, right then. He said….omg…he said, “Can you come back?”
“No, she’s pretty upset, I need to stay with her but I’ll
catch up with you next week.”
He was “walking” me to the door and trying to hold my hand
and grab my waist and rub my back in a ridiculous manner. I shrugged into my
coat and grabbed the handle and that little fucker said, “Do you want to spend
the night?”
I laughed…in his face, “No, not tonight, not any night. We
are friends, we are not dating.” He then stood on his tip toes and tried to
kiss me and I turned my cheek. He wagged his finger at me like, hahaha, nice
move. He was too drunk to get that I was not going to fuck him much less even
kiss him. I raced out into the rain and home.
Bob has not let up on his campaign. I have repeatedly eaten like a stevedore in
front of him, refused to let him pay for my meals…the one and only time we went
to the movies, I rushed to get there ahead of him. I bought the tickets and
made him get the popcorn and then sat in a Wednesday evening showing of Focus
and sat next to him while he too loudly uttered….”SHIT!!!” then, “OH SHITTT!!!” and, “Ohmygod, DID YOU
SEE THAT?” only to be topped off by seeing Margot Robbie enter the frame
looking flawless in a teeny bikini and hearing…”DAMMIT, BOBBY!” from my right.
I shrank into my seat and when the movie was over I didn’t
even give him an obligatory hug, I just peaced out as fast as humanly possible.
He still texts. He
still comes by my office. He still breaks down occasionally. He’s still calling
his ex-wife, the “bitch”. I continue to
tell him he’s not ready for dating and that we are only friends and he continues
to try and be suave and debonair.
This has been the only man in my life for the past few
months and I’m quite content. The middle of the bed rocks. I watch whatever I want on as many TVs as I
want. I haven’t shaved my legs in, well,
I don’t remember when. I come home from
the gym in sweaty, awful clothes and take a nap in those clothes. If I want
rolled up lunch meat and cottage cheese with a glass of wine for dinner, that’s
what I have. It’s great.
No Man’s Land is
hospitable for visitors but we don’t have any vacancies at the moment.
