Have you ever had that one person that shows up at the most inopportune moment? Just there to fuck with your head and throw a wrench into your life. That person for me was Jay. He and I went out here and there. We’d ended our “relationship” a word I will use extremely loosely in this situation. He was nice enough. But I wasn’t able to fully commit to anything with him. We struggled with our power dynamic. For instance one minute he was really into me and I wasn’t about it. Then I’d be completely into him and he wasn’t about it. We’d go to art shows and a few times he had industry meetings i’d attend with it. But neither one of us seemed to genuinely want more from one another. This went on for over a year. Both of us having our “other relationships” throughout. But for some reason, every so often we always made it back to eachother.
After Day 2 with my British mystery man from the wine incident, like clockwork Jay appeared. I remember the night so vividly. I was out to dinner with a few people. I felt a brush of my hair. Swinging around in my chair I looked up and saw a dazzling smile and a perfectly tailored suit. That was Jay’s MO. Now my strong option is that there are three types of men, classically handsome men, hot guys and just friends. Jay was classically handsome, my typical preference. He had perfect teeth, always dazzling. I happen to know he was serious about his dental hygeine. His hair perfectly combed, dark brown and full. I was a bit taken back at seeing him out, mainly because we have never once ran into eachother. He invited himself to sit with us and ordered a few bottles of wine to the table. We sat there quite content chatting away. In that moment I felt a connection. Maybe it was the wine or I was still rilled up from the previous date with the British guy. I decided to just leave the restaurant. A straight up Irish exit. By the time Jay realized I’d abandoned him I was nearly home. He called and called. I ignored. I was home for about twenty minutes before my doorbell rang. It was him! The first thing I thought was how the hell does he know where I live. I let him in and there on my loveseat he poured out his heart to me. It was moving and creative. Just then I remembered I am pretty sure I’d said the same thing to him one drunked night! I had to laugh. I told him he was welcome to the couch but that as far as he was getting. He wanted to know if I had changed my mind about us. Yes, he said us. I reminded him that us never really existed. He did leave. I kind of felt bad but I was tired of the routine. I don’t see/speak to him anymore. But I hope he is happy.
Dirrty Dancing
28 Thursday May 2015
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