Wanting things to be different
I’ve not spent the 4th of July with anyone in years.
Alison spent most 4th of Julys with her extended family. Mouse did the same but not even extended family, just immediate family.
And for this 4th and the past one, the boy’s been away.
This year, I wanted it to be different. To this end, I made alla these plans with a pair of pretty brown eyes except, a few days beforehand, she asked me a question I couldn’t answer.
Her: I wonder if you can make room for someone in your life right now?
Me: What do you mean?
Her: You seem set in your ways.
Me: I think that, for the right person, I could find room.
Her: Yeah. For the right person.
And it made me realize a lotta things – not just about her and me – but about some questions that has been rattling around my head for a while now.
I finally understood what someone was trying to tell me for years. But, I suppose, that’s another entry entirely.
In any case, I didn’t sleep a wink that night. In the morning, I woke up and promptly ruined all of my weekend plans and hurt my own heart.
Still, it was – honestly – the most adult breakup I’ve ever had in my entire life.
Me: … I wanted to be upfront with you about everything.
Her: And I appreciate you being honest with me about all that. All that being the case, I think it’s probably best to just take a bit of a step back from this.
And that was that.
I was gonna just spend the weekend at home drinking but life had other plans for me.
To start with, that night, a female friend invited me to see a concert and then we sat on my stoop afterward to have some wine, something I hadn’t done in decades.
Somehow, we got onto the topic of our respective dating lives and god.
Her: The real spiritual path is a higher calling to true redemption.
Me: OK. I’m vomiting in my mouth right now.
Her: Oh man, you have so many issues.
Me: Refusing to have sex or hating God?
The next day, I was supposed to go with the Counselor to see Isabel the Singer but things fell through there as well for a whole host of reasons.
Mouse was at the gym and I was tempted to ask her if she wanted to come but that always ends in a gun fight so I decided against it and just went by myself.
It ended up being pretty cool.
Isabel: Thanks so much for coming!
Me: It was great, thanks for having me.
On the way home, way later than normal, got a call from the Acrobat but I’ll keep that part to myself.
The next day – and totally outta the blue – a girl named NC that I’ve not really chatted with in close to a decade hit me up to chat.
After a spell, I invited her to come by Paxibellum because we actually met at my old gym years ago.
Me: Come by my gym and roll!
Her: I can come by on Friday!
She did and we had a pretty fun time. She said she’d try to come by again.
She’s trying to figure out things in her own life as well.
Man, aren’t we all?
Was actually supposed to get dinner with some friends in Chinatown with some other friends I’d not seen since before COVID but that fell through as well.
In truth, that was fine by me. My week was already a lot more social than I wanted after everything went down.
Figured that I’d spend the rest of the weekend alone at home, but life had other plans for me, which I suppose I’ll tell you about later.
Me: Why don’t you set me up with one of your coworkers?
Her: Why would do that when you’re already in love with someone else?
Me: (sighing) Alison’s not coming back.
Her: (rolling eyes) I wasn’t talking about Alison, Logan.
Location: earlier tonight, the Campbell, thinking of my possible pasts – and possible future
Music: tell me that you miss me – baby, get your ass home (Spotify)
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