Monday, August 9, 2010
''Another Chance'' Cafe...chapter 3
Just then, my phone rang again. The guitar solo broke the silence and my unwanted concentration on the thoughts that I was having. Hoping it wasn’t her again, I hesitantly looked at the screen and saw Shea’s name this time. A relatively small smile crept over my face and all of a sudden I forgot about whatever was making me feel bad. I was sure to let it ring a couple of times before answering. You know, to seem like I wasn’t sitting there with the phone in my hand waiting for her to call. Sly move, I know. Finally, I answered it.
“Hello?” I said, trying to sound smooth which I probably didn’t.
“Hi Patrick, How are you?”, she responded. She sounded pretty happy to talk to me; I tried not to sound surprised but glad that she had called at the same time. But it was hard, her voice never got old to me. Sure, I’ve only heard it a couple of times, but it was so lovely, so inviting, so…perfect.
“Oh, I’m good, just finished eating and relaxing a little,” I lied. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine, just fine…hey, did you call me a little while ago?”
I immediately felt my voice fall into my foot. Yeah, all the way into my foot. I quickly retrieved it so I could respond. “Uh, I think I might have by accident, my phone was on the couch and I accidentally sat on it by mistake,” Accidentally sat on it by mistake? You said the same thing twice, dummy. It’s a wrap, she knows you’re full of crap. If she didn’t know it before, that lone retarded statement helped her solve the case of you being full of crap.
“Oh, that’s cool, yeah, that happens to me all the time. My friends are always calling me back and getting on me about my chronic ‘ghost dialing’,” she said.
Wow, either she bought it or she really does know that I am full of crap and is just being really nice about it. Either way, I’m just going to run with it.
“Oh yeah, it’s the opposite for me. I’m usually the one getting the ‘ghost dials’ and yeah, I call my friends back and mess with them about it too. Especially when it’s like 2 o’clock in the morning and I overhear a drunken conversation that they are having trying to pick up some girl at a bar. It’s hilarious,” I told her.
“Yup, I’m all too familiar with those kinds of phone calls, but usually it’s one of my girl-friends calling me on purpose so I can listen to some random drunk guy try to hit on them.”
“Wow, I wouldn’t be surprised if that random drunk guy is one of mine,” I joked.
“Haha, yeah that would be too funny, wouldn’t it?” she laughed.
I’m going to take another moment to make it known for the record that I just made her really laugh. I made her chuckle a couple times at the café when we first met, but it was like one of those “LoL” chuckles that you would just text when you didn’t feel like writing an actual response back. This was a full blown laugh this time. It made me feel good; I mean I’m just saying.
“So, how was your day?” I asked.
“It was okay, work seemed to drag on and on though for whatever reason. I don’t know why, but it did,” Same thing happened to her! See, it was meant to be. Relax there bro, everyone has long days. This is true, ok I’m back now.
“Yeah, mine too, like it was fast and slow at the same time. The slow times were mostly when I was working. Go figure,” I said.
“Yup, of course they are, because you’re working, same for me”
“Any new poems today?”
“Nah, I wasn’t feeling the inspiration today. Probably because my day was taking so long to end,” she answered.
“Yeah, boredom will kill inspiration in a second if you’re not careful. Then it’ll kill you”
“Hahaha, that is true. I felt like I was literally dying a slow, painful death today,” she laughed again. That’s two. Ok, I’ll stop keeping count now.
“So it’s safe to say that nothing special happened to you today. You safely pulled yourself out of your boredom coma and was able to continue on with your life,” I said. Another attempt at a joke. I admit not a very good one.
“Haha, yeah, I’m completely conscious and alive now, thankfully. But, uh…my day wasn’t completely uneventful. I really wish it turned out that way considering what happened,” Her voice kind of trailed off at the end of her sentence as if she was ashamed to tell me. I wanted to ask but didn’t know if I should. But she did start the story so in a way she probably wants to talk about it with someone. I’ll be that someone.
“What happened?” I asked her.
“Um, well, I was in the supermarket this evening picking up some groceries and I ran into my ex-boyfriend. Well at least I thought I ran into him. Apparently he watched me walk into the store so basically he followed me,” her voice wasn’t as happy as it was when she first heard mine. She sounded a little scared and freaked out. I wondered what this guy had done to her to make her feel like this.
“Wow, really? That sounds pretty scary. Did he do anything to you?” I asked.
“Haha…hahaha…yeah, that’s exactly right. I’ve been surviving on crackers and diet soda until I can muster up the courage to go back to the store,” she sounded happy again with that unexpected laugh that I gave her.
“Well, I’ll tell you what, I’ll go to the store with you tomorrow and we’ll get you some groceries so you’re not rationing crackers and diet soda like it’s post-apocalypse times or something,” I offered.
“No, no, you really don’t have to do that. I can deal with it, I don’t want you to feel like you have to put yourself in that position," she explained. "I wasn’t trying to make you feel obligated by telling you that. It just kinda came out”
“I don’t feel obligated; I just don’t want you to die of starvation before I have a chance to ask you out”
More laughter followed and then she said, “Ok, ok, you can come with me but don’t think that means that I’m growing sweet on you or anything, ok?” she joked.
“Not a chance, just helping out a fellow eater, that’s all,” I joked back.
To be continued…