At 5:00 pm the dot, I collect my things, pop my head into Daniel’s office, wish him a nice evening and leave the office. Once outside, I am met with a beautiful March evening and decide to save $2.25 and walk home. I can’t stand the 6 train. For some reason I like the trains on the west side and the buses on the east side.
The walk does me a lot of good because I am so annoyed and livid with him. How dare he contact me after he spoke to me that? After he led me on? How? HOW? HOW?! And now, that I have worked at working through my feelings (feelings that I don’t understand and feelings that I the control freak cannot control) and getting over him, forgetting him, and then he comes back?
As I stomp past the Armory on Park Avenue, I think, really, really? Really? Hey. How are you? Was he really that casual? Did he FORGET being a DOWN RIGHT ASSHOLE when he YELLED at me? Fine, whatever I am not perfect … I mean, blah, blah, blah. But REALLY? He was OVER the top with his mean and nasty texts.
Was he raised in a cave? Does he NOT know to say SORRY? Who the hell does this arrogant bastard think he is? Just because he is rich and smart, he thinks himself SOOO important, I wonder and march by the Metro Minis shop. It is not like he is saving lives.
I have half a mind to tell him off, tell where he can go, and by his pompous ass the ticket to “Bite Me”. I turn east onto 79th Street and have an idea. What if I just ignore him? Like he does me. It is not like I want to talk to him. He is the one who wrote to me. And I am not not not in the mood for another round of this. I don’t want to be his friend. I made that clear. I am looking for THE ONE. So I don’t want to deal with him and his toddler tantrums. I don’t want to go back on that emotional heroin infused roller coaster he puts me on every time he enters my theme park of a life.
I stop at the corner of 79th Street and First Avenue and pull out my phone and delete his message.