Dear CL#4New Jersey:
Even though you don’t know about this blog, a good majority of the blogging world knows about you. They have lost faith in you. I know that these readers only want the best for me and that’s why they have told me to move on. But there’s something special about you. I’m glad I started things back up with a text.
Those following our saga don’t know I’m about to present all new information. On Wednesday afternoon you sent me an email. I was very impressed that you followed up on your text from Monday. You acknowledged that we had not spoken in a while and you meant nothing personal by it. You enjoy spending time with me, and while you are going to be out of town for a week, leaving on Saturday, you want to get together. You just aren’t sure when. You turned it back on me, asking what my excuse was. Well, I did send you a text, didn’t I? I’m glad I started things back up with a text.
I sat with your email in hand for a few minutes and ended up consulting some friends. Everything I got back was negative. It was more of “He’s just not that into you.” Fine. I stewed for the entire evening on Wednesday. Then I talked to Penny and she said, “You like him. And I know how rarely you like someone, so don’t let it get away. So what if you look like an asshole, you have to find out. Just call him.” I’m glad I started things back up with a text.
I meant to call on Wednesday, I did. But I couldn’t make myself pick up the phone. I went to bed and did the hour of power reading before lights out. Velvet’s been working out at 6 a.m. these days so I need to go to bed earlier now. I’m glad I started things back up with a text.
Then you sent me a text at 11 p.m. It said, “Hi Sweetcakes.” I’m glad I started things back up with a text.
You win. I told you you win. I can’t play the games anymore. I called you. You didn’t answer, and I second guessed myself. But still, I sent you a text and said to call me. You called. Do you remember our conversation?
Velvet: Well well well
You: I know, I know. Did you get my email?
Velvet: Yes. I wasn’t sure how to respond. Where are you?
You: I’m at my stupid company Christmas party.
Velvet: What? It’s February!
You: I know. They suck. So, why didn’t you answer the email?
Velvet: Are you drunk? I didn’t know what to say yet on the email.
You: I am a little drunk. Why didn’t you know what to say?
Velvet: I don’t know.
You: We haven’t had that relationship-ey talk. You know in the times we’ve been out we haven’t talked about that.
Velvet: I know, which is why I shouldn’t really give you a hard time about us not talking for some time.
You: Well, I think we should talk about it. That’s why I wrote you a serious email today.
Velvet: That was serious?
You: Maybe we have different definitions of serious, but I do want to talk about this with you.
Velvet: Me too.
You: I should just drive over there now.
Velvet: You’ll crash your car.
You: Fuck the car. I’ll take a cab.
Velvet: Do it.
Velvet: Yes. Do it.
You: Ok. I’m coming over there. I’m going to kiss you for a couple minutes first. Then we are going to talk about this.
I’m glad I started things back up with a text.
Your party was in Northern Virginia. Twenty minutes later you were at my front door. I buzzed you in. Damn you look good in a suit. You said, “Let me play with the dogs for a minute.” You got down on all fours and threw toys for Thora and pet Sammy while Thora showed us what a good retriever she is. Then Sammy came and sat in the chair with me and you got in Thora’s face and said, “You are wondering what this guy is doing here with mommy, aren’t you? Mommy’s probably wondering too…’what’s his deal’ and all. Can you tell her I have no bad intentions? Thanks Thora.” I’m glad I started things back up with a text.
Then you got up and sat next to me on the ottoman. You wanted to talk but you also wanted to wait until you weren’t so…drunk. I said, laughing my ass off, “No, I think now is the PERFECT time to do this.” You took my hand into yours, put your other hand on my thigh and the following occurred.
You: It goes both ways Velvet. I’m not excusing my part, but you can call me too. You shouldn’t think that I wouldn’t want to hear from you.
Velvet: I’m not very good at that. It was a stretch for me to send you that text Monday.
You: Well, see, that makes it hard for me to really know where you’re coming from.
Velvet: I agree, I should call. And even I don’t know where I’m coming from.
You: Well we haven’t talked about any of that relationship stuff.
Velvet: Yes I know.
You had a pensive look on your face.
Velvet: What’s the matter?
You: Nothing. I was just thinking some things.
Velvet: Say it.
You: No. Not now. But I like you.
Velvet (laughing): I like you too. If I didn’t like you, you wouldn’t have made it past the first date. I don’t mean to put pressure on you, but you make it hard to like you when you disappear.
I’m glad I started things back up with a text.
I didn’t push you to tell me. There was no sense. Granted you were on the potent truth serum of alcohol, but it would be as tacky of me to take advantage of that as it would if the situation was reversed and you tried to, oh, get in my pants. I’m glad I started things back up with a text.
We went to bed. We kissed a little and fell asleep. This morning, neither of us had to be anywhere very early, so we layed in bed cuddling. I’m not much of a cuddler but you do bring that out in me. You said, “This is sooooo nice.” Yep. It was. I’m glad I started things back up with a text.
When I was getting dressed so I could walk the dogs and walk you out, you walked into the hall and watched me. You said, “I like watching you put your clothes on.” I’m glad I started things back up with a text.
When you left this morning, it wasn’t an awkward goodbye. It felt good. I’m glad I started things back up with a text.
When you got to work, you sent me an email. We’ve been back and forth a couple times today. Finally. I’m glad I started things back up with a text.
I don’t know what is going to happen or where it will go, but I’m still in it. I thought I was sick of it, I thought I was losing interest but I’m not. I like you too much to not follow this through. If it means I have to do a little chasing too, well, it is 2006 and I think I can muster that up. I think you realized I was about out of energy and you seem to be trying harder to stay in touch. I’m glad I started things back up with a text.
I was supposed to have a date Thursday night with CL#2BlueEyes. But he canceled. Fate is an all-knowing thing I think. We’ve rescheduled for Friday night, but who knows if it will happen. We’ve been trying unsuccessfully to meet up for two months. I’m still glad I started things back up with a text.
I know that many of the readers still won’t be on your side. But I’m on your side. I’m rooting for you. I think this could be something really good. And I hope that everyone will realize that “rules” of how to be chased and “He’s just not that into you” don’t apply to all situations. Hopefully no one rips me a new asshole for setting the women’s movement back a few decades.
But you know what?
No matter what anyone says, I’m so fucking glad I started things back up with a text.