~Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Retail Therapy. Oh, and Adam's back

"OH. MY. GOD."

N and Married Work Guy ran into my cubicle, "What's wrong!?"

They're genuinely concerned for me; I laughed. "Oh, um nothing. It's just that Adam e-mailed me."

"Exactly how long has it been since you've heard from him?" N asks.

"A week ago this morning. I sat on the e-mail for a couple of days before responding to sort out my feelings though."

I opened the e-mail and quickly scanned for a Dear John type letter. It was not one.

"A week since you've heard from him? That's too long."

"No shit." I scanned the e-mail again, "'I guess I've beat you on the being absent thing!! Sorry...' What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"You sound angry."

"You know what? I am! I was fine when I thought things were over. I was strangely okay with it. Now he's dragging me back in!"

"Maybe the 'being absent thing' is referring to the silence between you two and how he was the one to break it," she supposed.

"I wasn't going to be the one chasing him! When we were together he would receive text messages from the girl he dated before me. He would laugh and delete the message without responding. There was no way I was going to be that girl! Have him laugh at me with someone else! I have more pride than that!"

"Good for you."

"You know what? I have no idea what to do here. I have never been in this situation before. Usually when they leave, they don't come back."

I sat down and opened up the reply box. I couldn't even type in a greeting without having to run to the bathroom. Nervousness makes me have to pee. After five trips to the bathroom before noon, I decided to put off my response.

Again at lunch, I tried again. N popped over to my desk and tried to help me. "Be sure to call him out on his absence," she said.

My mind went blank. "I need shoes," I said.


"I need shoes. New black winter heels." I was so far away in my head, I wasn't even looking at her.

"What are you talking about?"

I closed the window again and got up from my desk and walked out of the office. I drove to a shoe store and promptly bought new black winter heels.

Adam just cost me $86.35. And I still don't know what to say.


Anonymous said...

So he's actually a secret agent, and has to go away on missions for a week at a time that keep him incommunicado. Hmm, interesting.

Phil said...

Or he's like the mafia. Just when you think you're out, they pull you back in.

M said...

OR he's like Jefferson Airplane who became Jefferson Starship and later as simply Starship and later STILL went on to become Jefferson Starship The Next Generation. Either they took too much LSD or couldn't make up their bloody mind.

Gabriel K. said...

What the hell are you guys talking about?! He's obviously a time traveler on a serious mission and he can only return exactly one week after talking to Sarah.

Wait... He may be a cyborg in search for Sarah Conner. A coincidence? I think not!

Miss Natalie said...

I need to see a picture of the shoes! All the important things ;-)

Make him wait a week! Unless you really like him ;-)

Sarah said...

Well obviously he had a bout of amnesia after getting hit on the head by a Tibetan Monk!

Natalie- the shoes are hot. Just you wait :)

Jen said...

Retail therapy the cure for all that is askew in my life!

And as for Adam...make him wait or cut him loose.

Rocky Mountain Princess said...

Oh God... I am so with you.

If we weren't going through such similar situations, I might actually have something to offer. But I can't, because we are :(. I'm sorry... just follow your heart and your gut. And good for you that you had enough sense to spend almost $90.00 on shoes you can wear more than once. At least you didn't buy something completely pointless and senseless, right?! Keep us updated... sadly, your situation is comforting me in mine. I hope you feel the same when you read about my "A" drama!

Keep your chin up, chicky!

Sarah said...

I want to strangle both As :)

Anonymous said...

I also need a pic of these shoes. I need vicariously through you until my first paychecks arrive.


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