A Year Later
I've been happily single for quite sometime. Even in the midst of worldwind weddings last year, I was not interested in being "involved". But something still bothers me when I see Coach. I'm cool when I see his brother, Magicfingers, but I get bothered when I see him.
I walked into the post office the other day and as I was walking in a guy walked out and I wasn't interested in seeing who it was, but that wasn't the case for him. He called my name. As I turned around there I was face to face with Magicfingers. At the time I wasn't in the mood for a conversation, so I kept it short and sweet--"Yes, everything has been good. No, I'm not teaching anymore, blah, blah, blah." He sounded like he wanted to talk more, but I was bloated (read: feeling fugly) and I didn't feel like holding a conversation with him. So, where they was a pause I immediately chimed in, "It was really nice to see you" to signify that I was done with this chitter chatter. We parted ways.
A few days later, I was working out at the gym--7:30am and there were a lot of guys playing bball, so of course, I'm not dead, so I looked and in that glance I saw and image of Coach. I wasn't sure if that was him and I didn't want to look back a second time, so I finished my mile on the treadmill. It was nearing the time to start my aerobics class, so I walked out of the room and smack dab into Coach sitting on the bench. Ok, I didn't run into him, but his presence was pungent. I really didn't want to see him. Not now---I've gained 10lbs, I'm not looking my best. I didn't want to see him. I smiled and waved. At the time I was cool, but when I got home and a few days later, I was irritated. Why did I fall for him? Why did I let him get me so roweled up. Why did I believe him? GGGGRRRRRRRR
So, it's a year later and the sting from him is still there. I wish I can take it back.
I walked into the post office the other day and as I was walking in a guy walked out and I wasn't interested in seeing who it was, but that wasn't the case for him. He called my name. As I turned around there I was face to face with Magicfingers. At the time I wasn't in the mood for a conversation, so I kept it short and sweet--"Yes, everything has been good. No, I'm not teaching anymore, blah, blah, blah." He sounded like he wanted to talk more, but I was bloated (read: feeling fugly) and I didn't feel like holding a conversation with him. So, where they was a pause I immediately chimed in, "It was really nice to see you" to signify that I was done with this chitter chatter. We parted ways.
A few days later, I was working out at the gym--7:30am and there were a lot of guys playing bball, so of course, I'm not dead, so I looked and in that glance I saw and image of Coach. I wasn't sure if that was him and I didn't want to look back a second time, so I finished my mile on the treadmill. It was nearing the time to start my aerobics class, so I walked out of the room and smack dab into Coach sitting on the bench. Ok, I didn't run into him, but his presence was pungent. I really didn't want to see him. Not now---I've gained 10lbs, I'm not looking my best. I didn't want to see him. I smiled and waved. At the time I was cool, but when I got home and a few days later, I was irritated. Why did I fall for him? Why did I let him get me so roweled up. Why did I believe him? GGGGRRRRRRRR
So, it's a year later and the sting from him is still there. I wish I can take it back.
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