I decided not to go to Mom and Dad’s tonight with the dog because that would have meant that they’d want me to go to church with them in the morning for Easter Sunday service. Not that there’s really anything wrong with that…it’s just that last time I went to their church (Christmas Eve), the service was a disaster to the point of being comical, and I gained an admirer. Remember? The guy who ended up asking me to an awkward lunch where I had parsley all stuck in my teeth?
Yeah. I haven’t heard from the guy since lunch. In fact, he’s no longer my Facebook friend. The good news is, he simply unfriended me. He didn’t BLOCK me like you know who.
Speaking of good ol’ You Know Who [coughbulldogcough], something downright shocking happened yesterday, and although I wasn’t taken completely off guard, my mind and body went right back into shock.
See, I had yesterday off for Good Friday, so [Athena] asked me if I wanted to walk the trail late in the afternoon. The weather was great and the timing was perfect, so we went. As we started off on the trail, we started talking as we always do, and of course the topic of the Bulldog came up. I told her that I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw the BD riding his bike on the trail because that’s the time that he normally rides. I’m never on the trail at that time because I’m always driving home from work around that time and it’s in the middle of rush hour.
We went on our merry way and talked and laughed as we always do, but just around the time that we were approaching the end of the walk and our exit off of the trail and over towards [Athena]’s place, who should come pedaling down the trail on his bike, but the BD…heading right towards us!
Of course, he didn’t stop…didn’t wave…didn’t flip me the finger. He just kept going. And of course, my stomach lurched and my heart stopped and I felt flush and fumbled and stumbled all the way back to [Athena]’s place.
UUUGGGHHHH!
So last night, after the Rate-A-Date, I couldn’t get that effing BD off my mind. I was brave with two glasses of champagne in my belly, so I decided to end this torture once and for all and just give him a call to…what? I don’t know. To air out my grievances? Confess my undying love? Cry?
No idea, but I just dialed.
Immediately straight to voice mail. Now, I know exactly what that means because I Googled the hell out of it before I dialed. It means that he’s BLOCKED me on his iPhone! I also know this because I tried to text him and it went through eventually, but as in SMS and not an iMessage. That’s right, folks, this man has blocked me on all social media platforms and text and phone calls! I am utterly shut out of his life, save for possibly running into him on the trail again or perhaps somewhere at dinner when we both least expect it. I believe that the only way I could even contact him might be via the USPS or better yet, smoke signals.
Do you see what this does to me? I’m a basket case, and I hate myself for it.
So tomorrow, I’ll wake up early and pull myself together and head out to Mom and Dad’s with the pup in tow. We’ll have a lovely brunch and we’ll drink a couple of mimosas and talk a lot and I will get to hang with my dear, sweet, lovable parents (I’m very lucky, I know!) and I promise to enjoy.
I’m also going to PROMISE myself not to let this bother me. Does it sting to know that there is zero hope? Sure. But I think that maybe, just maybe this is the only way for me to let go. I have the hardest time letting go.
Let it go…
GS
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