What's up. Ok, so I know I kinda fell off the face of the earth with no good-bye note or any kind of sign, but I think it's pretty much agreed that a twenty-something's life is filled with non-stop action. Especially if they're over the age of 21. I did write a post between Chrismahanukwanzakah and now, but I didnt post it because the material seemed more personal than public. Not that there's anything I wont share with most of you, but there was something about my post that meant more to me than it would to the average blogger. It's the unpublished file that'll probably never see the light of day. But then again...never say never...
It's too bad I didnt post it though. Because then I wouldnt have to explain about Madelaine #2 all over again.
Madelaine #2 was my newest friend at the Gap and my latest crush. Unlike my good friend Madelaine #1, Madelaine #2 wasnt capable of holding an intelligent conversation, but she did know enough words to make me laugh and keep me interested. That is until New Years Eve when I discovered she had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who would propose to her later on that night.
MADELAINE #2: Yeah, my aunt, she's my age, told me the other day.
ME: Wow. That kinda ruins the whole surprise, doesnt it?
MADELAINE #2: Tell me about it. But at least it's given me some time to think.
ME: About what?
MADELAINE #2: About if I was ready or not.
ME: Well...how long have you been dating him for?
MADELAINE #2: Six months. I know, but it's gonna be a long engagement, so it's ok.
ME: So does that means tomorrow, you'll be off the market? No longer dateable?
MADELAINE #2: Yeah, I guess so. Which means if you wanna take me out, today's your last day.
I wasnt entirely sure what Madelaine #2 meant, but nonetheless, I found myself having lunch with her later that day. And it was actually kinda nice as we sat together and discussed teen marriage and how so many young people tried to buck the odds. Like my superficial, mortal enemy, the infamous Isabel who got married three days before Christmas this past year, to a guy we all thought was in the Special Ed class. What was the need to rush out and be known as Mrs. Isabel Dior? Wait. Never mind. And though I rolled my eyes at Isabel's reasonings, I still found myself sympathizing with Madelaine #2's reasons for getting engaged. Except for this nagging feeling I had in my stomach that kept telling me I was doing something not right. But I wasnt. Was I? The whole thing really had me all shook up.
I needed to ask Stella, my newest co-worker at Alice's Downtown Flower Market. She was currently involved with a guy who had a kid and was still techincally "married", though he was in the middle of a messy divorce, which was a direct result of discovering that his wife had tampered with the condoms after he admitted he wasnt ready for kids. Talk about your baby mama drama. According to Stella, if Madelaine #2 was still wanting to go out with other guys, even after knowing her current guy was serious about her relationship with him, then maybe it was a sign Madelaine #2 wasn't ready to make such a big commitment.
And I guess if looked at a certain angle, Stella would be right. But it still didnt answer my question if whether or not I was doing something bad. There wasnt really anyone, other than Stella, I could talk to without getting an answer full of instant judgement, which I really wasnt looking foward to. I guess if looked at a certain angle, you could say I already had my answer.
A few days later I went to the opening of the Broadway play All Shook Up, with Madelaine #1. We had gotten the tickets courtesy of a good friend who worked for Broadway in Tucson Inc., which was located in the same building of the flower shop. And because of the good connections we also got access to the Cast Party after the show. But it was during the middle of ACT II, when Chad and Natalie/Ed sang the song, "I Dont Want To" that I laughed. Partially because it was as if they knew my situation and partially because my phone was on vibrate, letting me know Madelaine #2 had just sent me a text. But I realized that sometimes when a situation arises, well, sometimes it's better to ignore your better judgement and read between the lines. Which I think is what I'm gonna do.
After all, it is a new year, which means it is a chance to experience new, exciting, challenging and significant adventures. So why not start now?
It's too bad I didnt post it though. Because then I wouldnt have to explain about Madelaine #2 all over again.
Madelaine #2 was my newest friend at the Gap and my latest crush. Unlike my good friend Madelaine #1, Madelaine #2 wasnt capable of holding an intelligent conversation, but she did know enough words to make me laugh and keep me interested. That is until New Years Eve when I discovered she had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who would propose to her later on that night.
MADELAINE #2: Yeah, my aunt, she's my age, told me the other day.
ME: Wow. That kinda ruins the whole surprise, doesnt it?
MADELAINE #2: Tell me about it. But at least it's given me some time to think.
ME: About what?
MADELAINE #2: About if I was ready or not.
ME: Well...how long have you been dating him for?
MADELAINE #2: Six months. I know, but it's gonna be a long engagement, so it's ok.
ME: So does that means tomorrow, you'll be off the market? No longer dateable?
MADELAINE #2: Yeah, I guess so. Which means if you wanna take me out, today's your last day.
I wasnt entirely sure what Madelaine #2 meant, but nonetheless, I found myself having lunch with her later that day. And it was actually kinda nice as we sat together and discussed teen marriage and how so many young people tried to buck the odds. Like my superficial, mortal enemy, the infamous Isabel who got married three days before Christmas this past year, to a guy we all thought was in the Special Ed class. What was the need to rush out and be known as Mrs. Isabel Dior? Wait. Never mind. And though I rolled my eyes at Isabel's reasonings, I still found myself sympathizing with Madelaine #2's reasons for getting engaged. Except for this nagging feeling I had in my stomach that kept telling me I was doing something not right. But I wasnt. Was I? The whole thing really had me all shook up.
I needed to ask Stella, my newest co-worker at Alice's Downtown Flower Market. She was currently involved with a guy who had a kid and was still techincally "married", though he was in the middle of a messy divorce, which was a direct result of discovering that his wife had tampered with the condoms after he admitted he wasnt ready for kids. Talk about your baby mama drama. According to Stella, if Madelaine #2 was still wanting to go out with other guys, even after knowing her current guy was serious about her relationship with him, then maybe it was a sign Madelaine #2 wasn't ready to make such a big commitment.
And I guess if looked at a certain angle, Stella would be right. But it still didnt answer my question if whether or not I was doing something bad. There wasnt really anyone, other than Stella, I could talk to without getting an answer full of instant judgement, which I really wasnt looking foward to. I guess if looked at a certain angle, you could say I already had my answer.
A few days later I went to the opening of the Broadway play All Shook Up, with Madelaine #1. We had gotten the tickets courtesy of a good friend who worked for Broadway in Tucson Inc., which was located in the same building of the flower shop. And because of the good connections we also got access to the Cast Party after the show. But it was during the middle of ACT II, when Chad and Natalie/Ed sang the song, "I Dont Want To" that I laughed. Partially because it was as if they knew my situation and partially because my phone was on vibrate, letting me know Madelaine #2 had just sent me a text. But I realized that sometimes when a situation arises, well, sometimes it's better to ignore your better judgement and read between the lines. Which I think is what I'm gonna do.
After all, it is a new year, which means it is a chance to experience new, exciting, challenging and significant adventures. So why not start now?
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