this story kind of goes down as one of those, live, learn, reflect… then slap your former self periods of life. based on what i experienced i could make negative generalizations about the men who are/do the following: cancers (june to be more exact), 6’4″, have non-gender specific first names, have first names as last names, are only children, tell jokes, call me by my government name, dream (too) big…
but i won’t.
i’ll just say that it was a period of growth. this tale is about a boy we’ll call bg. i met bg through work. bg made me laugh. bg made everyone laugh. bg was good at spin. and i was naive to the depths to which people spin things. bg was also full of b.s. the first sign of this was when he claimed to have gotten me a card for my birthday. why someone tells you they got you something when clearly they did not, i do not know.
the exact start date is a little fuzzy, but it was within a stone’s throw of the exit for the winter love tunnel. thanksgiving was easy enough. i went home to be with my family. i went home for christmas too, intending to be back for new years. this is where things got shaky. i got sick that year and ended up not going back until january. bg had taken me to the airport… in my car. the plan was not for him to drive my car while i was away. afterall, he had his own. but i did take mental note of the mileage just in case.
new years came and went. bg spent it at a bar and we talked on the phone. to the dismay of my undeveloped woman’s intuition a girl bg worked with at his new job was also at the this bar. he even commented to me that someone asked if that was his girlfriend and he promptly told them “no! my girlfriend is in pittsburgh.” (yeah, right). when i got back in town my friend and i stopped by his place of work (it was a place that welcomed customers and, well… it was on the way home) but he wasn’t there. i can’t remember if the girl was there or not. i think she wasn’t there because she went back to school. given that he was too old for me and i was out of school, yeah, she was that young.
communication became strained after i got back. he could never come to see me and i didn’t understand why. it wasn’t even a 5 minute drive. by new york standards it was within walking distance. then i learned that it wasn’t really his car and it wasn’t really his apartment. his dad wasn’t crashing while in town on business, it was his father’s apartment and jr. was really the guest.
so bg is now chasing the american dream. money was tight but he managed to pull off at least one of his event ideas. this particular idea was an upscale party for women featuring male exotic dancers…. yeah. apparently it was successful but i’m not sure if there were more. did i back out at this point? of course not! i knew in the back of my mind that i needed to go through this in order to entertain krisirisi readers.
one night we finally went out on a date. thinking back, this was probably one of few dates. maybe the only real date, or what would have been, during our courtship. i picked him up from work, took him home so that he could change. once there he realized he left his keys at work so we went back to get them. we finally get to the restaurant and sit at the pub tables in the bar area. this particular place has yummy rolls. i ordered an amaretto sour (the carolina girl’s drink of choice and really all i knew to order at the time). he ordered a beer but when the server asked for his i.d. he didn’t have it so he settled for water. a few minutes later he said he wasn’t feeling well and went to the restroom. a little while later i saw him walking back but then he disappeared. a few seconds later i could see someone’s legs on the ground by the restaurant entrance. i was confused. was he joking around? what’s going on? i walked toward the entrance. there was bg laying on the floor, his head in a pool of blood.
ouch