The next afternoon I’m on the bus coming back from the Bronx where I hit the gym and made a Target run. With my arms filled with my household supplies I manage to get an aisle seat and arrange my bags on my lap. I know this will sound a little OCD – but I don’t like to put any bags on the floor if I can help it – and never my purse or my tote bag.
I get it – I live in New York – is it dirty – so anything I can do to keep a slightly less germy life, the happier I am. With that said I am not a total fanatic. I would put a plastic bag of cleaning supplies on the floor of a bus or subway. But never food. It seems disrespectful to put the food that God blessed me with on the dirty floor. Even on the days I feel defeated, I know I am lucky.
The bus lumbers across the Broadway Bridge that connects Marble Hill / Bronx to Manhattan (technically Marble Hill is not the Bronx, it is Manhattan even if it is not on the island) and I check my phone. I have a message. From Flyboy.
I debate if I want to listen – but decide that eventually I will have to hear what he says – so I hit voicemail. “Hey Desi Girl – Flyboy here. Wanted to say that I had a nice time yesterday. And I was thinking that you know – we could you know – doing something fun next time. You know I mean – do something different. Something fun. I was thinking something fun like dinner or see something fun. Coney Island or something. Or dinner. I am not sure where you are right now and I know you said you don’t like email so call me back and let me know when you want to do something fun. Oh and I went to put more money in the meter and was going to help you grocery shop. But you must walk really fast because I looked and up down the street and did not see you. Where did you go? Okay so, yea – uhm. Bye,” he says and hangs up.
Oh. My. God. That was the MOST painful two-plus-minute message I have EVER endured. And for the record, it is not that I don’t like email. I just don’t use the email address I gave him very often! But I am not going to give him my primary email address!!! Especially now that he is telling me he was going to follow me to the grocery store? Stalk much? Oh. My. God. Must decline contact stat.