They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. And you know what? It’s true. I’ve really missed my blog! Not that I took a break or anything, but when your busying living life in the moment, some things will lose their significance. I’ve really missed turning on my laptop and just writing away like a famous Southern author. Of course, I cant think of any right now at the moment, but you know what I mean. There’s nothing like the warmth of your computer on your legs, with the scent of cinnamon hot chocolate lingering in the air and an empty webpage, waiting to be filled with all kinds of thoughts and ideas that you cant keep caged any longer.
And speaking of cages, my friend Hadassah was in the middle of trying to escape from one. Not a physical one, but an emotional one. She was still trying to decide between the two guys she was seeing and it was even more difficult, when they both told her they loved her and wanted to be exclusive. Two guys after her heart? Some could (some even did!) wish she would just drop dead. But since I didn’t want a dead friend, I suggested she make a pros and cons list. Which really wasn’t helpful, since both lists seemed to balance out about the same. So she did what any twenty-something, who’s dealing with matters of the heart- she flew away to Europe, promising she would return with a final answer.
I personally, thought it was a little crazy, but like they say, to each his own. If I was a betting man, and there was a line on this in Vegas, I'd lay down ten-to-one that it all comes down to the fact that Hadassah would come back, no closer to a decision then when she left. Hadassah was a wild spirit, one that couldn’t be tamed or controlled. She needed to be free like the wind. Or like one of those majestic deer’s you see in the woods, before it’s shot down.
Truth be told, my friend Hadassah reminded me a lot like one of the most famous girls to ever come out of literature. Holly Golightly. She was naïve, totally eccentric, but all in all, she was a girl you rooted for, hoping that in the end, everything would work out for her. I saw the similarities one Saturday night, when my very good friend Madelaine and I went to the historic Fox Theatre in downtown Tucson to watch on the big screen, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. It was a sim-u-date, which is kinda like a real date, except, like a Sims game, you have more control over everything and don’t have to worry about whether or not the date will end with a kiss or a figuratively castration. That’s the thing about having great friends. They’re always there for you when you wanna go out for a dinner and a movie, but not by yourself.
After all, the person who I most wanted to go on a date with was never available. For the past couple of weeks, Colette was MIA After telling me that she removed articles of clothing for strange people, she wouldn’t return any of my calls or any of my texts. I began to wonder if I had judged her too harshly. Maybe if I had been less shocked when she decided to share the information…or if I had been more accepting of her new job, we would still be on speaking terms. In any event, during that period of one-sided silence, I came to terms with the fact that Colette and I just were never meant to be. We just weren't meant to be. Our's was a love that was to never be, like Orpheus and Eurydice, Romeo and Juliet, Justin and Britney. And I accepted that. It took about eight or nine years, but I finally got it, you know? I just...got it.
And it was just after I got it, that Collette called me. She claimed she had been busy with work and trying to get into an aesthetics school in Phoenix, which I took with the verbal grain of salt. After all, I was the one that had gotten it, whatever "it" was. I was the one who knew that we would never be. The entire time we talked, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for poor Colette. There she was. Talking on the phone with out any clue or the slightest idea, about having “it.”
A week later, Colette called me up again, asking if I wanted to travel with her to Phoenix to help her apply to the International Academy of Beauty. I figured it be a fun trip as well as a much needed excuse to get out of town. And it was. The director of the college was fantastic and for a brief mortal minute, I even considered going to the school. But alas, I don’t believe the study of skin is my forte. I can barely pop my own zits without getting grossed out, so working on other people‘s skin? Yeah, right.
After being admitted to the college, Colette and I did some sole searching at the Chandler Fashion Square and left with some really awesome clothes including a major Gino Green Global jacket. I also left with a startling discovery. As we were leaving the mall, Colette got a phone call and though they say it’s impolite to eavesdrop on a conversation, I’m really glad I did on this one. Apparently, one of Colette’s friends wanted some advice on dating and this is what she said:
“Dude, it sounds to me like you’re not ready to be in a relationship. You sound like my friend David. Yeah. He told me it’s cuz he’s too selfish. Being with someone means you cant be thinking of yourself all the time. You have to devote some of your time to the other person and sometimes that means having to put their feelings before your own. David’s not ready for that. Hell, he’s even told me that he’s even skipped dinners with friends to go shopping for new clothes...”
Ok, I don’t remember saying any of that. And if I did, it was absolutely a long, long, very long time ago. And that’s a big IF. But if I did say that, could that be THE reason why this has been an overprocessed, overdrawn out thing? Ugh...maybe I really didnt get it, like I thought I did...
And speaking of cages, my friend Hadassah was in the middle of trying to escape from one. Not a physical one, but an emotional one. She was still trying to decide between the two guys she was seeing and it was even more difficult, when they both told her they loved her and wanted to be exclusive. Two guys after her heart? Some could (some even did!) wish she would just drop dead. But since I didn’t want a dead friend, I suggested she make a pros and cons list. Which really wasn’t helpful, since both lists seemed to balance out about the same. So she did what any twenty-something, who’s dealing with matters of the heart- she flew away to Europe, promising she would return with a final answer.
I personally, thought it was a little crazy, but like they say, to each his own. If I was a betting man, and there was a line on this in Vegas, I'd lay down ten-to-one that it all comes down to the fact that Hadassah would come back, no closer to a decision then when she left. Hadassah was a wild spirit, one that couldn’t be tamed or controlled. She needed to be free like the wind. Or like one of those majestic deer’s you see in the woods, before it’s shot down.
Truth be told, my friend Hadassah reminded me a lot like one of the most famous girls to ever come out of literature. Holly Golightly. She was naïve, totally eccentric, but all in all, she was a girl you rooted for, hoping that in the end, everything would work out for her. I saw the similarities one Saturday night, when my very good friend Madelaine and I went to the historic Fox Theatre in downtown Tucson to watch on the big screen, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. It was a sim-u-date, which is kinda like a real date, except, like a Sims game, you have more control over everything and don’t have to worry about whether or not the date will end with a kiss or a figuratively castration. That’s the thing about having great friends. They’re always there for you when you wanna go out for a dinner and a movie, but not by yourself.
After all, the person who I most wanted to go on a date with was never available. For the past couple of weeks, Colette was MIA After telling me that she removed articles of clothing for strange people, she wouldn’t return any of my calls or any of my texts. I began to wonder if I had judged her too harshly. Maybe if I had been less shocked when she decided to share the information…or if I had been more accepting of her new job, we would still be on speaking terms. In any event, during that period of one-sided silence, I came to terms with the fact that Colette and I just were never meant to be. We just weren't meant to be. Our's was a love that was to never be, like Orpheus and Eurydice, Romeo and Juliet, Justin and Britney. And I accepted that. It took about eight or nine years, but I finally got it, you know? I just...got it.
And it was just after I got it, that Collette called me. She claimed she had been busy with work and trying to get into an aesthetics school in Phoenix, which I took with the verbal grain of salt. After all, I was the one that had gotten it, whatever "it" was. I was the one who knew that we would never be. The entire time we talked, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for poor Colette. There she was. Talking on the phone with out any clue or the slightest idea, about having “it.”
A week later, Colette called me up again, asking if I wanted to travel with her to Phoenix to help her apply to the International Academy of Beauty. I figured it be a fun trip as well as a much needed excuse to get out of town. And it was. The director of the college was fantastic and for a brief mortal minute, I even considered going to the school. But alas, I don’t believe the study of skin is my forte. I can barely pop my own zits without getting grossed out, so working on other people‘s skin? Yeah, right.
After being admitted to the college, Colette and I did some sole searching at the Chandler Fashion Square and left with some really awesome clothes including a major Gino Green Global jacket. I also left with a startling discovery. As we were leaving the mall, Colette got a phone call and though they say it’s impolite to eavesdrop on a conversation, I’m really glad I did on this one. Apparently, one of Colette’s friends wanted some advice on dating and this is what she said:
“Dude, it sounds to me like you’re not ready to be in a relationship. You sound like my friend David. Yeah. He told me it’s cuz he’s too selfish. Being with someone means you cant be thinking of yourself all the time. You have to devote some of your time to the other person and sometimes that means having to put their feelings before your own. David’s not ready for that. Hell, he’s even told me that he’s even skipped dinners with friends to go shopping for new clothes...”
Ok, I don’t remember saying any of that. And if I did, it was absolutely a long, long, very long time ago. And that’s a big IF. But if I did say that, could that be THE reason why this has been an overprocessed, overdrawn out thing? Ugh...maybe I really didnt get it, like I thought I did...
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