I decided that I was not going to change Robbie's first name on this blog. His first name is really Robbie. And, like a little bird, he swooped down and gathered a few sticks and leaves to create a soft nest to hold my breaking heart.
I woke up Saturday morning and I was just bummed. I was thinking about Jack and I couldn't wrap my mind around our situation any more. I was giving up and letting go. Not that it was such a bad thing. I mean, I drive myself to the loonies over this Jack situation and I had it that morning. I wanted to forget about Jack.
It was nearly dawn and the sunlight was just starting to break through my blinds and I could hear the Saturday morning traffic begin to pick up on the streets outside. I was lying in bed looking at my ceiling fan when I had this sudden urge to say aloud, "Ok, "Universe!" Send me someone as crazy for me as I am for Jack. Bring it on!" I wouldn't say I was upset. I mean, I was challenging the universe and all, but this sudden sense of calm washed over me. I forgot about Jack and I simply rolled over and went back to sleep.
LATER THAT DAY...
Well, I reside in a pretty big city. loads of public transportation and no real reason to own a car. Renting a car is best when you might want to drive one around for a week or so, especially with the gas prices. Anyhow...
congratulations.”
Yes, it’s true. “Later that day” actually happened and his name is Robbie. Ok, I was uptown running errands and simply wandering in and out of stores, window shopping and killing time. I bought some cheap jewelry and headed home. I was on the platform waiting for the…transit when I noticed someone in the distance. And I said to myself, “Oh, that’s Robbie. I haven’t seen him in a while.” Well, he was headed my way and we shuffled onto the transit together. He looked me in the eye and said, “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you.”
“Looking for me?” I thought. Wow. I literally had not seen him since Christmas Eve.
I remember that Christmas Eve conversation. We had seen one another and would casually speak to one another. A “Hello” here and a “Hi” there then came Christmas Eve. Transit was running late and we had our first conversation. “Nice guy”, I thought to myself back then. I certainly could not tell he was interested. I mean, maybe a little…but we were both reserved, a bit shy and freezing cold. I told him my name and he told me his. I had not seen him since. And then came…Saturday.
Robbie and I exchanged phone numbers. I totally took this as a sign from the heavens. The universe doth deliver. Just Believe. So, does Robbie take the place of Jack in my heart? Nope. There’s Jack, who I am in love with and Robbie who, in all honesty is living in my city. He lives close, he is available and he is charming, goofy and loveable. I can’t compare the two men in my life right now. Not to mention, I thought being in love with Jack was a challenge.
I mean, Jack is older, and I love that about him, but Robbie is almost 20 years my senior. You should have seen us in public together the other day. We got the typical curious stares and I find those stares amusing because I give other May/December couples the same stare, so I know what they are thinking. No, he’s not my dad, if he were; I wouldn’t be French kissing him in public, you moron!
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