Friday, October 18, 2002
At 5pm yesterday, I walked out of my office building to find that Paul was NOT waiting for me. He was nowhere to be found. Rita and I got on the subway and went home. There I sat, drinking a beer and starting to get extremely worried. Why hadn't he called? Even once!?!?!
At around 7:30pm the phone rings and I answer it.
Paul says: "Hi."
I say: "Where have you been? Why haven't you called?"
Paul: "SORRY! God! I forgot my phone and the broker took us around the city in cabs and there was no way for me to call you."
I: "There is no excuse. You were supposed to pick me up at work and then you never showed up, you never called, you never contacted me at any point to let me know what was going on. I am fucking furious with you and I have been stressed out for the last 5 hours!"
Paul: "Whatever. I didn't make it. I said sorry."
I: "GOD! Alright...enough. I don't want to talk about this shit anymore. But you fucked up big time no matter what you say."
Paul: "Did you eat dinner?"
I: "No."
Paul: "Are you hungry?"
I: "No."
Paul: "Fine then. I am going to go out to eat with Jen and Lisa and we will swing by your place before we head home."
I: "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?!?!?!:LHKSD:LSHKDF:LK?!?!?!?!?!?!?! You were supposed to pick me up at fucking 5pm! Get your ass in the car and get over here NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
Paul: "No! Meet us in the West Village."
I: "Omigod. Get here now. I am serious. I am NOT coming back into the city after you ditched me. Get in the car and get over here now Paul. FUCKING NOW!"
Paul: "Fine, but we are going to dinner whether you want to eat or not."
I: "You crazy fuck just get here!"
---end scene---
Paul shows up at my house at around 9pm. I immediatly jump into his arms and we giggle and kiss eachother all over like two little gay babies.
His new roommates were there: Jen, whom we both already know, and this new girl Lisa. They are both incredibly sweet, a bit reserved, but also very very chill.
The three of us went to dinner and had an AMAZING meal. We had some wine, laughed, got to know Paul's new roommates, and Paul and I even held hands in a straight restaurant. Instigated by him, I might add. It was an absolutly beautiful evening. After the meal was over, they dropped me off at the house and I asked Paul to come in for a minute or two. We sucked face and just held eachother for a couple of minutes in my kitchen. Then he had to go.
My heart was SUCKED out of my chest and I just stood there, paralyzed by the overwhelming two hours that I had with him. It was incredible and sad all at the same time.
While Paul and I screamed at eachother all week, the connection we had when we were together was out of this world. It was pure electricity. There were no fights, there was nothing but smiles and happiness. We were in love.
Now I am so excited to see him for our long weekend.
I know that we have had quite the horrific week, but at the same time it will all prove to be worth it.
We are both stressed and we are both going crazy, but hopefully crazy with love.
Guess time will tell.
At around 7:30pm the phone rings and I answer it.
Paul says: "Hi."
I say: "Where have you been? Why haven't you called?"
Paul: "SORRY! God! I forgot my phone and the broker took us around the city in cabs and there was no way for me to call you."
I: "There is no excuse. You were supposed to pick me up at work and then you never showed up, you never called, you never contacted me at any point to let me know what was going on. I am fucking furious with you and I have been stressed out for the last 5 hours!"
Paul: "Whatever. I didn't make it. I said sorry."
I: "GOD! Alright...enough. I don't want to talk about this shit anymore. But you fucked up big time no matter what you say."
Paul: "Did you eat dinner?"
I: "No."
Paul: "Are you hungry?"
I: "No."
Paul: "Fine then. I am going to go out to eat with Jen and Lisa and we will swing by your place before we head home."
I: "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?!?!?!:LHKSD:LSHKDF:LK?!?!?!?!?!?!?! You were supposed to pick me up at fucking 5pm! Get your ass in the car and get over here NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
Paul: "No! Meet us in the West Village."
I: "Omigod. Get here now. I am serious. I am NOT coming back into the city after you ditched me. Get in the car and get over here now Paul. FUCKING NOW!"
Paul: "Fine, but we are going to dinner whether you want to eat or not."
I: "You crazy fuck just get here!"
---end scene---
Paul shows up at my house at around 9pm. I immediatly jump into his arms and we giggle and kiss eachother all over like two little gay babies.
His new roommates were there: Jen, whom we both already know, and this new girl Lisa. They are both incredibly sweet, a bit reserved, but also very very chill.
The three of us went to dinner and had an AMAZING meal. We had some wine, laughed, got to know Paul's new roommates, and Paul and I even held hands in a straight restaurant. Instigated by him, I might add. It was an absolutly beautiful evening. After the meal was over, they dropped me off at the house and I asked Paul to come in for a minute or two. We sucked face and just held eachother for a couple of minutes in my kitchen. Then he had to go.
My heart was SUCKED out of my chest and I just stood there, paralyzed by the overwhelming two hours that I had with him. It was incredible and sad all at the same time.
While Paul and I screamed at eachother all week, the connection we had when we were together was out of this world. It was pure electricity. There were no fights, there was nothing but smiles and happiness. We were in love.
Now I am so excited to see him for our long weekend.
I know that we have had quite the horrific week, but at the same time it will all prove to be worth it.
We are both stressed and we are both going crazy, but hopefully crazy with love.
Guess time will tell.
