Short Story: Shallow Young Guy/ Old Wise Man

Shallow Young Guy/Old Wise Man

I’m waiting. I’m waiting. I’m having shallow assessments even though I don’t want too. I look at that girl and think one thing. I look at that guy and think of another thing. I catch myself and become annoyed with myself because I hate when people judge what they don’t know, and I’m doing it. I hear the bell CLING and hear a voice over the intercom of the cheerful Colleen:

Flight 818 to Los Angeles is allowing upgrades for 99.00 dollars. That means you upgrade to business class – you’re the first one on and the first one off. Also, you have your own flight attendant.

Thanks, Colleen. Who would want to upgrade for a four-hour flight at this point? Why is it so expensive? Why do I feel inadequate because I can’t justify the money on the upgrade? Also, when did “business class” become the new “first class” who are they kidding. Are we trying to pretend that “classes” don’t exist?

I’ll just sit here and hope my mind doesn’t wander down the judgmental road. Just as I thought that an older man who with a cane and briefcase, who looked like he popped out of the movie UP (judging) strolled about 2 seats away from me. As he sat down I looked and gave the head nod. Apparently that was all he needed, because in his partially raspy voice he said -

Are you going to Denver?

No, Los Angeles.

I’m going to Denver. But I don’t like to sit so close to all the people so I always sit in the gate away from my gate. But I can keep an eye on things from here.

He was with me sitting at Gate 70 while crowds started to form at Gate 68 heading to Denver.

My sister lives in Colorado. It’s beautiful.


Ah, yeah. I’m just going to go.

Oh. Okay.

I am.

Okay.


You don’t think I am.

He’s right, I’m sitting in Milwaukee, Wisconsin and I didn’t think this mid 70’s man was just going somewhere just to go. But I thought I was being nice by playfully agreeing with him.


Sometimes when you gotta go, you gotta go,
he said.

At first I didn’t know if he was talking about peeing but I assume he meant flying.

Who you going to visit?

Nobody, I live in Los Angeles.

Why you here?

My family lives here.


You happy to go to LA?

I was going to make some shallow comment about how great the weather is and how I love Los Angeles. But I thought I would go with the truth route for now.

Yes I’m happy but it’s tough to leave my family sometimes.

And you can’t beat the weather!
(he said it not me)

Exactly.

It’s tough to leave?

I think so.

You a worrier?

I tried to make a joke, We all worry don’t we?

No.

Shit. He said No with such authority I actually believed him.

How do you not worry? Do you have family?

I do.

And you never worry? Not once?

I did. But it doesn’t help.

Well yeah, it doesn’t help it just happens.

He took a long moment…

I suppose you’re right. Just don’t worry about what’s behind you. If you worry about what’s behind you then you’re an idiot. Listen to me. You always need to look ahead, always look forward, never sideways or backwards. Forward.

He meant what he was saying and I couldn’t figure out why he was saying it. I got a sense that he may have made some mistakes in his life. He’s giving me a bit of knowledge that I can only learn by possibly experiencing the mistakes myself. I’ve heard all of this before but there was such sincerity in his voice that I couldn’t help but take it to heart. I didn’t know what to say.

Okay.

The moment you start to worry about what’s behind you and what you can’t control…well…then… you lost. Whenever something happens you always –

CLING! He was stopped mid sentence -

In the airport the receptionists act as the voice of God:

Flight 452 to Denver, Colorado is allowing upgrades for 99.00 dollars. That means you upgrade to business class – you’re the first one on and the first one off. Also, you have your own flight attendant.

The old man got up quickly and stopped himself in the middle of what he was saying.

- Time to upgrade.

That’s it? Are you really just going to Denver just to go?

Don’t worry about other people.

And he walked away at a snails pace. I imagine it would have been a little more dramatic if he had some zip to his step but it really didn’t matter. He was another mystery shopper as far as I was concerned. If I didn’t talk to him I probably would have unwillingly made a smartass comment mentally that I didn’t want to make. Regardless, it’s pointless to worry about what I may or may not have done, it doesn’t matter anymore because the moment is passed.

The man was well out of view. As my mind raced and was anxious to board a plane I was hit with a few definitive thoughts –

1) Travel is knowledge. When you travel you gain knowledge. I don’t care if it’s down the street - you learn something if you want too.

2) No matter how much you want to fight it the older generation will always be more settled with themselves and their beliefs.

3) Age means wisdom. It’s ironic because I want the wisdom but I don’t want to age.

And of course: Always move forward.

Short Story Sunday: He Said, She Said - The Plan

The Plan and some history: My Buddy – MAN is going out on a date with a female friend’s, friend - WOMAN (Hang in with me on the names). They have been out a few times and my Man friend has assured me they will be sleeping together tonight. I have convinced my female friend to compare notes of what her friend says about the date.

What does the opposite sex say? What do they think? What do they talk about in their spare time? It’s a thought that has run through my mind for longer than I would like to admit. My friends and I have conjured up ideas but who knows if I’m right. I hear that the woman’s mind works just like the man’s, which I actually believe.

The wheels have been turning in my head for a while with a plan to actually see the difference for myself. How could this be done? How can I see how a woman thinks and how a man thinks given the same exact scenario?

One day, one fateful day, it happened. The stars aligned and God looked down at me and said: “This is your moment.” The proper mixtures of people and moments have made what George Clooney and Mark Wahlberg would call The Perfect Storm.

Now, let me refer to the top and reference “The Plan.” What will he say? What will she say? Thanks to my female friend for allowing this to go through, after all, I think we’re all curious.

Disclaimer: I will not be telling Man nor Woman we’re doing this and understanding this is completely wrong is part of the appeal, but it’s in the name of Science.

The Morning After…

Question: Well, How’d it go?

Man: Dude, it was awesome. I took her to the pizza place that serves the pizza with every beer during happy hour. I started off with a Blue Moon, and she was drinking too, so you know…

Woman: It was okay. He took me to that place ——- he kept talking about. It was actually kind of disgusting because they served these little pieces of pizza with every beer you ordered. It’s a good idea, but bad execution on the restaurants part.

Were you drinking a lot?

Man: I was trying. Uh, you know, I ah, was definitely trying to plant the seed and keep her drinking you know. It’s all about seed germination.

Woman: I had to, the pizza tasted like shit.

Were you into him/her?

Man: When?

Woman: Ugh, he was getting annoying. He’s hot but annoying.

What did you talk about?

Man: I don’t even remember half the shit I said. I did the small talk you know, I made jokes about dogs and self deprecating humor jokes, so she can think I’m cute… That kind of talk, then midway through I just let her talk for a bit… to feel important.

Woman: I have no idea what he was talking about. He went on a rant about “E.T.” for about 35 minutes, and why he was a dork. He may have been nervous? He was asking me about movies, he’s never seen “Never Ending Story” so he asked me to tell him about it. Like, literally… tell him the whole thing from beginning to end, it was Godawful.

And you guys kept drinking?

Man: Yes, she was DOWN.

Woman: Unfortunately, I passed the threshold and just kept going. I had to, I didn’t want to listen to him much longer and I wanted to vomit the disgusting dinner.

Did you guys go home together?

Woman: Uh, Yes.

Man: Dude, I told you I was going to bang her.

How was it?

Man: Like Peanut Butter and Jelly.

(??)

Man cont: It didn’t take long but yeah we were going at it.

Woman: His house is gross, it smells like a t-shirt… or feet… or something thick you know? Which is surprising because he doesn’t really smell. But, I went into his bathroom and found his grooming supplies. I knew he plucked his eyebrows. But, yeah we slept together.

Wow, How was it?

Man: Awesome.

Woman: I don’t remember, and it’s not because I was drunk.

Did she/you spend the night?

Man: No, I told her she could but she didn’t. We laid there for a bit but she eventually took off. Perfect.

Woman: God no, I made something up to get out. But first I had to wake him because he was trying to cuddle with me.

Are you going to call him/her again?

Man: I’ll text her, in a few days.

Woman: I’m not calling. I don’t care if he calls me. Maybe I’ll call him sometime down the road… you know, late night.

Okay so are you happy I set you up or what? Final thoughts?

Man: Dude she’s hot. I don’t know what more I can say. I definitely kind of like her, I think? I don’t know. I try to stay away from likes and dislikes when it comes to this kind of thing. I don’t want to give the wrong impression you know? Girls are like, clingy. I don’t need clingy.

Woman: We’ll he’s totally confused. He’s a typical guy. Of course, you have to give into it on some level. It’s like a stroke of their confidence, no pun intended. You know the alpha who thinks that they know more than anyone else? That’s him. I feel like he has a dating plan. Or he may be a jealous clinger kind of guy. Who knows? But yeah, thanks for setting me up.

And so it is, the always-evolving man and woman. But what doesn’t change is the primal need for company. I don’t know if women are as sensitive as we make them out to be. Actually, I’m sure they’re not. I think the “games” aspect of dating is completely necessary even though both sexes knows it’s happening. I’m not too sure if dating has come a long way simply because of lack of experience. I’m just happy to have a girlfriend right now because I don’t want a random chick looking through my bathroom.

Final Note: Thanks to YOU, who participated and didn’t know it.

Short Story Sunday: The (crazy) Woman

The (crazy) Woman

Feeling lost and confused is starting to become abnormally comfortable. Living a life of constant change isn’t what I imagined at this point in my life but it’s definitely what I chose. This unfortunate feeling seeps into my system from time to time and I resort to an activity that I know best: Roaming around Los Angeles on foot looking for clarity.

It’ about 11pm and I just started heading towards a grocery store more known for it’s people than produce. It’s called Ralphs but I found out that everyone calls it “Rock and Roll” Ralphs, why? No Idea. But, I’m making my steps towards Rock and Roll Ralphs and I’m feeling a major mental block with work. Currently I have a writing deadline, I’m supposed to have a writing sample submitted to someone in two days, and in about an hour when it reaches 12am it will be one day.

I’m confused on a few levels. First: “What the Hell am I going to write?” Second: “I’ve had one month to write this, I can’t think of anything, what the hell is wrong with me?” Third: “What if this writers block never leaves? What if my ideas are just somehow gone?”

The typical questions about my placement in this world begin to arise, I try and tell myself to stop looking so much into things but I can’t help it. I start wondering, what does it say about me that I analyze everything? Then - Shit, what does it say about me that I analyze me analyzing everything? I’m starting to fear that I’m the guy who just can’t get things done because I’m too busy thinking about doing it.

This walk leads me no choice, it leads me right into the very busy Ralphs grocery store to sit and people watch. If there’s one thing I need right now it’s to sit and make shallow assessments of people. I wish I didn’t have these thoughts and make these assessments sometimes but I’m human, it happens.

As I walk in I notice the groups of stereotypes. I see the husband and wives, the boyfriends and girlfriends, the single women buying vodka already drunk walking around the store, the single men trying to talk to the single ladies buying vodka. The Ralphs is a gathering of every culture in Los Angeles, and fortunately it has a seating area off to the side by a coffee bean. I’m planning to sit and just let my thoughts go, I’m about 30 seconds away from people watching mode when a piece of luggage is rolled next to me.

The luggage belongs to an older woman, probably about 65 years old, instantly I smell something sour and notice that her clothes haven’t been washed in who knows how long. The woman has a perpetual deer in headlight look, she may have had some eye surgery at some point in her life but I doubt it. She’s got some dirt scattered on her, I checked her hands and fingernails to see if they were clean – they weren’t. But, something was in her hands, a US Weekly magazine (which consists of all the Hollywood gossip) my mystery woman was clearly homeless, and she was standing looking at me.

She said:

“Are you waiting for someone?”

Should I lie? Should I tell her I am so I don’t get caught in this conversation?

“No, I’m just sitting here…. I’m Josh”

“I’m Beth.”

It was at that moment without hesitation my Midwestern roots popped in and I heard my dad’s voice echo in my head – Always extend yourself and shake someone’s hand when you meet them.

I stood up and extended my hand.

“Pleasure to meet you”

I felt the dryness of her hand hit mine, it felt like I was shaking dirt. I instantly knew I had to wash my hands. I’m naturally a person who likes to use my hands to think, which means I touch my face a lot. I really need to wash my hands, but I can’t be rude so I’ll do it later… just don’t touch your face.

Beth sat down in the unoccupied space next to me plopped her magazine on the table and said:

“I knew he was gay.”

“…What’s that?”

“I knew he was gay. Ricky Martin, I knew it.”

“Oh. (fake smile) Okay”

“My girlfriend was the one who injected the blood into him.”

This woman is starting to fill the shoes of the stigma she carries. Unfortunately many of us have encountered unfortunate individuals who at some point in their lives start losing touch with a certain reality. Which isn’t a bad thing, because something tells me this woman lives in her own reality, and that may be a different place than mine… good or bad.

“Blood? What?”

“You know the man’s blood into his penis. To make him homosexual.”

WHAT!?

I just nodded and gave a half -hearted smile because quite frankly I didn’t know what she was talking about. Although I’m about 250 percent certain one’s sexual preference isn’t determined by blood being injected into their reproductive organs I let her keep talking about her US weekly. She proceeded to make assessments about random celebrities and then began to discuss her former life as an actress. Apparently Beth had worked in a few films in her life and now she’s still waiting for her big break.

Beth discussing her former life made my head wander. How can I not think my fate will take her road at some point? It sounded like she and was chasing a dream, a dream that never stopped or maybe never happened. There is something I find admirable about chasing what you actually want to do, probably because I’m currently doing it. But, more so because I like the idea doing what you want to do, and once you attain your dream it’s instantaneously your reality, and for me that’s what makes life exciting.

Beth is all over the place now talking, I should have been paying better attention but I wasn’t. I clicked my head back into gear and started to listen to her talk again, I thought I would engage for the sake of being rude.

“So, what are you doing here?”

“Waiting to cook.”

“Oh, okay.”

“I love cooking, and I’m waiting for them to bring the organic flour, not that generic shit.”

“I didn’t know flour could be generic.”

“Flour can be anything.”

Not sure if her comment just then was insightful or completely nuts but I nodded as if I knew exactly what she was talking about.

“You know, there’s a place called Whole Foods just down the street, I think all there stuff is organic, maybe they have the stuff that’s not so generic.”

“No! It’s from here. They told me they’d have it from here but their shipment isn’t in yet.”

I’m uncomfortable and I want to go. My Mr. Nice guy talk to this woman routine is dried up, I felt sorry for this woman but now I feel sorry for myself for even being here. In some odd way I think I was hoping this woman would create inspiration for me to write later on but actually she’s created fear. I’m planning my escape.

“Well, I think, I uh – “

“Will you look and tell me if there is flour?”

“What’s that?”

“Organic flour, I want organic flour. I need the flour, I need it for my daughter, and she likes the organic flour. It’s right over there in aisle 7 or 8.”

I feel bad for Beth.

“Sure, but I need to get going after, is that okay?”

Not sure why I just asked her if it was okay for me to leave but screw it, I’ll find this organic flour and be on my way. Maybe I should do some more walking and not get stuck sitting anywhere. Maybe I should just go home and try to write and wash my hands. One way or another, I need to find this woman some flour.

I stood up and smiled at Beth and started to make my way to look for some organic flour. As I did I immediately noticed the security guard begin to walk over towards me. Security and cops always make me feel like I’m up to no good, as he makes his way to me I subconsciously put on my annoyed face so he won’t talk to me. But, he talks to me.

“Excuse me man.”

I’m looking back at a harmless 20 something security guard in a grocery store, he’s staring back at me like he knows more than me.

“Yeah.”

“Hey, that woman over there, she’s nuts man, she’s crazy.”

“Okay.”

“The one you’re talking to man.”

“No I know who you meant, I’m just looking for something for her.”

“I know, she always comes in here, she doesn’t buy anything. Man, I’m telling you she’s crazy man, crazy. I always kick her out, but she just keeps coming back in.”

That word crazy stuck out. I admittedly also think this woman is crazy but to hear it from this guy made it sound worse for some reason. Crazy carries a connotation of… well… crazy. It’s a word that get’s loosely tossed around and could potentially actually tell you if someone is crazy or not.

“Well, let me just find something for her.”

“Is it about that flour she wants? We don’t have it, that’s what she’s always talking about, some special flour for some cookies or some shit.”

“Listen man, I’m just going to get going okay.”

“Can you just tell her we don’t have it, tell her we never have it?”

This is just weird now. I walk back to my lady who, I can tell has been eyeing me like I’m in the wilderness. I tell her that they don’t have organic flour, even though I already think flour is organic. She tells me it has to SAY it’s organic, and they never say organic flour.

Whatever.

“Hey, I’m going to get going, good luck, I have to get home.”

As I extended my hand again (MAKE SURE I WASH MY HANDS!) she didn’t extend back. Apparently she knew I had a conversation with the security guard:

“What did the rent a cop say to you?”

“Oh, uh, nothing.”

“I know he thinks I’m crazy, he tells me I’m crazy and I need to go home, but I’m not crazy, I don’t think I’m crazy. Do you think I’m crazy?”

If there is one thing I have learned in my life it’s to never tell a WOMAN that she’s crazy. I don’t care who the woman is, you never tell them they are crazy…. Especially one’s you’re dating… But that’s beside the point. I don’t think you can tell a homeless woman she is crazy because who knows what will happen, she has nothing to lose.

“I don’t think you’re crazy.”

“Liar!”

Woah! Her yell caught me off guard.

“Okay good luck Beth.”

As I started to make my way out she stung me with something, whether or not it she meant it when she said it I thought about it the entire walk home.

“They told me they would have the organic flour! And now they don’t! I’m not the crazy one. I’m trying to make something perfect, something that requires the perfect flour, okay! I’m not crazy, I just want what they told me they would have, this is what I want, I want the perfect flour.”

Then she mumbled…

“People don’t understand that passion and crazy are the same thing, and I want to cook all night. I want perfect flour.”

And that was it, that’s what led me to the door. That seemingly odd conversation to an even odder previous set of events had me walking at a fast pace to get home, I knew exactly what I was going to write.

I walked into my house quickly and quietly and headed straight for the computer. I knew I should go and give my girlfriend a kiss and let her know I’m home but I needed to type. I had been gone for almost 2 hours and I need to turn in a story to use as a sample. I began typing at a very rapid pace. It was as if my walk of clarity worked even though I didn’t do much walking, I immediately typed the title:

Adventures of Ingredients

It was about a woman banished to a grocery store, only able to leave when the perfect ingredients come in, and she has to cook her way out.

Sounds cheesy yes, but it was somewhat of a child adventure. Most importantly I was flowing with ideas. Before I knew it, it was 3:47am and I’m not too sure I had moved from the computer. I heard the bedroom door open and footsteps coming to me. It was my girlfriend.

I imagine that when she opened the door only to see the light of my monitor blasting off my face I may have looked like a mad scientist. She said:

“Babe, what are you doing? Come to bed.”

“I can’t, I can’t I need to finish this writing, I’m almost there.”

“How much longer?”

“Not sure? Maybe a few hours?”

“You’re crazy babe, just come to bed when you can.”

My girlfriend meant no harm but little did she know she used the keyword of the night – CRAZY. As she headed back to the bedroom I wanted to yell to her that I’m not crazy I’m just passionate about this and it needs to be perfect, I need to get it done. My perfect ingredients are coming together to make my story and I need to utilize them.

Whether or not Beth knew it she really got to me with those final comments:

“People don’t understand that passion and crazy are the same thing, and I want to cook all night. I want perfect flour.”

Sure, the context sounded completely ridiculous but I get it. The store told her she would have exactly what she needed and now she’s waiting it out, is she really that crazy? Is she crazy to want that perfect thing? Is her craziness what got her to that position in the first place?

My girlfriend gave me a moment to let this all sink in. With some sort of passion there is most definitely some sort of crazy. These two words are holding hands as far as I’m concerned and this is in every area of life …love…work…family’s…emotionally…physically… sport…the list goes on.

I don’t know where this leads me and I certainly hope one day I’m not roaming into Ralphs for perfect food, but I do know that my passion to do what I want is not going to go away, and I’m not sure where that will lead. I’m pretty sure this lives in all of us, and the more we express our crazy the more we express our passions.

Short Story: Wait...What?

Wait, What?

My girlfriend Jill has officially taken the lead she’s about 5 steps ahead but I’m slowly drifting further behind. Waiting for the two of us is Phyllis, a nice older woman who smiles as her hands rest on her hips. Seeing Phyllis I get a little nervous I wonder how I can bail out of my situation. I think that I’m a few steps behind Jill so maybe I can run and say I’m sick, but I realize that won’t work I’ve already smiled at Phyllis. Dammit, this is it, I’m getting closer and I’m about to come face to face with fear. That face is in the form of a nice old lady.

“Hello, I’m Phyllis.”

“Hi, I’m Josh and this is Jill.”

“Josh and I are really excited to see the apartment.” Said Jill.

It’s official. The communication has been established. The nice old lady who’s acting manager at the Sweetzer Apartments has just become my obstacle. She’s been in communication with my girlfriend for a few days and she has a “great apartment.” My girlfriend knows I need space and she clearly used that to her advantage, she found a place with ample room and two bedrooms. She knows I’m dying for a office and the second bedroom would be just that, Jill knows know so much about me but also knows so little about me, it’s funny how that works.

I currently live in a studio apartment and although I’m extremely cramped I would consider myself content. I’ve been discussing moving in with my girlfriend for months now and I’ve always figured out a way to dodge the subject when she brings it up. For some reason she can’t understand that being a 24 year old male means I’m afraid to make various commitments. I’m afraid to move in because I’d feel as though I’m about to start a future with someone who isn’t me. That’s not to say I don’t love her, it just means I love a lot of stuff she may not be able to coexist with.

My coexisting fears are about to get toyed with because I decided not too run 30 seconds ago. As I look at my girlfriend smiling towards Phyllis all I can think is that if Phyllis knew how I felt she’d have sympathy on me and tell us someone already rented the apartment. I wonder if Phyllis has a husband because maybe he can relate with me, I’d give him the man look and by some form of telepathy he’d understand everything. I wish there was a guy here.

We enter the spacious place and yes it’s nice. As my girlfriend looks around at the walls I immediately make my way to the office and bedroom. It’s been bugging me Jill keeps calling it a two bedroom apartment because she knows I want a office, then I hear Phyllis say:

“Two huge bedrooms.”

No, it’s my office, but I get it and Phyllis doesn’t know. As I look around I can’t help but admit that I like it. However I have to ask myself what I’m doing with myself right now. Since I’m feeling these issues and insecurities in my relationship something is off right? Something can’t be right. Looking at Jill I know I love her, she’s great but why am I so hesitant to move in with her. Am I feeding into the stereotype that men hate commitment? On top of all of this I have to ask myself why am I not able to split up with my girlfriend if I needed too? Or am I?

Jill is gushing about the greatness of where we are, little old Phyllis hands her two applications and the two continue to talk about nonsense, I stand off to the side with a dumb smile on my face. I start to recollect all of the older men who have told me to enjoy my youth. They’ve told me to take advantage of moments in my late teens to early 20’s. I’ve always thought I was but now that I think about it, am I? Should I be aimlessly sleeping around with women and making decisions I am going to regret tomorrow. I think that if it’s about regret than I have that area locked because I have a feeling I may regret some things if I sign that lease.

Phyllis looks to me with a huge smile and tells me it was great to meet me, of course she reminds me it’s a 30 dollar fee to process my application.

We’re heading back to Jill’s place and silence sits on my end, Jill can’t stop gushing, every word she speaks starts to press on my chest like a weigh has fallen on me. I realize I’d feel comfortable moving in with Jill if I didn’t have to sign anything, I’d rather have the option to bail at any moment, but the 3 syllable word rings in my ear… Com-mit-ment.

We’re parking and while I walk to retrieve some material from the trunk I see a dark featured woman walking my way. She is beautiful and my double take has turned to a triple take. Then, since I realize Jill is standing next to me it’s okay if I say hi, because it’s almost as if I’m saying hi from the both of us.

“Hello!” I say.

Her radiating smile gleams back to me, “Hi!” she says.

Oh my God she was beautiful, who is this girl? She’s going to her car and I may want another peek and her. If I wasn’t such a nice guy that may have seemed weird, but Jill knows me better, and I’ll say Hi to a dog if it passes. Thus far I’m in the clear with my pleasantry. Although I generally greet people this was different, I think this girl and I just shared something. Between me closing the trunk, her walking to her car, and Jill talking about the 2 bedroom (office) I think that if this were a fairy tale I may get to know this princess. She was too beautiful not to take a chance. But as I know, this is no fairy tale and she’s about to drive from the apartment.

I start to walk very slowly to the door to let Jill and I in. I mentally map out the girls trajectory and this girl is going to have to drive past. My man mind tells me I am going to shoot her a quick “Good Bye” smile. This is my last attempt for a fairy tale moment, and I want my smile on her mind as she drives.

I approach the door and hold it for Jill, she walks but I hold it a little longer. I’m waiting for the mystery woman to drive, she’s coming around another parked car, my smile is just a few moments away. I become aware that my door holding is feeling a twitch too long. Shit! Please hurry car, Jill looks at me, I act like I can’t get the keys out. This is the longest moment ever. Please hurry car, okay here she comes. My moment is in 3….2…1…and SMILE, little head nod, Keys out,  smooth. 

It worked, I got the smile back- this was a victory. The car drives away and I turn back around to enter with Jill, and it was that moment my victory has been overshadowed by the bigger picture. That picture being my girlfriend is not stupid. The elevator doors open, we both step in.

I really hope that I’m imagining my girlfriend catching that interaction. She couldn’t have. Her mood has turned to complete quiet, I know she knows but I keep trying to tell myself otherwise. The elevator doors open, we walk down the long hallway to her apartment.

I kind of want her to say something, but I hope she doesn’t, what is she thinking? Please don’t say anything - please don’t say anything - So far so good.

And then…

“Why did you hold the door open so long?”

Immediately,

“Ha! What? What? Held the door, what?”

 

“You just held the door to look at that girl didn’t you?”

“Girl? What girl….Ohhh..Pshhh… Please come on. You’re crazy.”

Well, I think it’s safe to say she knows.

As we enter her apartment it stays like this, but the mood is oddly eerie and I sense that crazy comment didn’t sit too well.

“Why did you smile at her?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You held the door.”

“Babe please, come on.”

As we have this conversation I am pacing around and expressing that I am completely dumbfounded. I know where this is going, and I’m about to enter a very awkward argument. I’m about to lie about checking out a girl, then Jill will talk to me about the apartment and I will lie and tell her I’m excited. I tell myself I’m lying because I’m going to make her feel better but in actuality I’m afraid. I don’t want to deal with the reality of the situation. I don’t think Jill understands any of my frustration and how can she?

“Can we talk for a second.”

“Um, sure.”

 

“Come sit down.”

Uh oh. I usually can drink water and pace when we have these kinds of conversations, but not this time.

I was waiting for Jill to confront me even more, she was about to blast me and I knew I was going to feel real bad real soon but she said something unexpected. It’s as if God was giving me the thumbs up-

“Josh listen, I know this is difficult for you. I get it, all of this. The apartment stuff is a huge step, and I know you probably feel a little cramped with me. The last thing I want to do is pull us apart, so let’s not let that happen. (I’m staring like a deer in headlights).  I know you may want to see other girls or look at them…or whatever, and that’s okay. So just be upfront with me, have some fun but be up front. If you’re feeling claustrophobic, please let me know, but I know you love me. And if you want to have some fun or a thing, that’s fine, we can have some fun.”

Wait… What?

“What?”

“You know, let’s take a moment to think about the apartment, and also let’s have some fun okay.”

“I, ah, I’m a little confused.”

“I love you Josh, okay, you know that. I don’t want us to lie to each other, we’re better than that, and I want to stay together.”

As I drove home I remembered exactly why I loved my girlfriend. She’s so damn great. What the hell is wrong with me? I posses a woman who carries more knowledge than me, she is absolutely right. She understands me with without me saying anything, and she just offered me the opportunity to have a thing with another girl. I don’t know if I can ask for anything better than what I currently have. The apartment was somewhat in the back of my head, but currently I’m too focused on the free pass I seemingly received.

When I entered my apartment complex I immediately ran to Corey’s room. I have a few very close friends living around and Corey has known me the longest and knows how to deal with situations. He is my go to mentor on many occurrences. Not only will he sit and listen for hours he always finds a way to tie it back to his life and then tell me a solution to any quandary. This time I had no quandary, I just wanted to tell him what happened with Jill. I knocked on Corey’s door and as expected he opened in typical inviting fashion.

“I have to talk to you.”

I told him everything: The apartment to the girl, to the look, and then to the reaction, then the completely unexpected reaction. He sat and listened as I spoke a mile a minute. I kept reiterating the fact that she just told me I could have some fun, and I never thought I would be in this position. I just cannot believe it. And as Corey typically does he offers insight, however this time it caught me off guard.

“So she said you guys should be open?”

“Yes!”

“And she said WE should have some fun or YOU should have some fun?”

“Wait…What?”

“Well did she mean both of you or just you?”

“Just me…I think.”

“Well why would it be just you?”

Oh my, he’s right. Now I can’t remember. I’m trying to recall the things Jill said to me but I can’t recall a thing. I thought she just meant me, but of course I would think that, I’m selfish. Why would it be just me?

“Corey do you think she meant that she wants to have some fun too?”

“Yeah, actually I do. I think you opened the flood gates with that look to the girl and agreeing to this.”

I felt sick to my stomach I told Corey thanks but actually I meant “Thank you for nothing you asshole.” I proceeded to my room and immediately called my girlfriend.

It’s funny how this works, that express wanting your cake and eating it too has never been so true. I feel it’s okay for me to “have fun” but it’s not okay for my girlfriend, what a moron I am.  As I called Jill she told me she was going out with her friends tonight. I asked her if she wanted to hang out but just told me she thought it would be good if we were with friends.

This couldn’t be worse. I only thought that Jill wanted to meet another guy. Before we hung up I told her I loved her about 8 times and that I wanted to talk about what we talked about earlier. She told me we’d talk later, my sick stomach just turned to panic.

I was panic sick alone in my small studio apartment. I had been in their for about 10 minutes but it felt like 3 hours. Maybe Corey was wrong. Corey’s life meter could be wrong this time so I needed a second opinion I needed my friend Alex. Within moments I was knocking on Alex’s apartment.

“Do you want to grab a beer?”

“Of Course.”

As we walked to a close bar the therapy session continued. The same thing I said to Corey I said to Alex, but this time I was hoping to get a different response. My venting continued up until we ordered our first Beer. We sat down, I took a sip and Alex looked at me and said:

“Sounds like she wants to have some fun too.”

I proceeded to drink my beer faster and pulled out my phone to text my girlfriend. Alex tried to show me the upside to things by acknowledging I still too could have some fun. But at this point I wanted no fun. I just wanted a pure girlfriend. I currently can’t imagine her telling me about some great guy she met that she proceeded to have fun with. And I can’t go crazy about it because I agreed to this and actually enjoyed the idea… When it was about me.

When we finished the second beer I excused myself to the bathroom. Which meant one more call because I didn’t want too look to pathetic in front of my buddy. Jill answered as I was pacing alone in the small bathroom.

“Babe, I miss you do you want to meet up later?”

I’ll Call you later okay. Josh, please just relax this is all going to be okay.”

“I am relaxed.”

“I just want to be with you and you should have your space, I can smolder you sometimes, I get it.”

“You don’t smolder me.”

“Babe, just enjoy your night stop worrying.”

“I’m not worried.”

“Babe, I love you.”

I could be over reacting but that was no help whatsoever, I spent another 5 minutes just thinking about what she could be doing. In my mind she was riding a mechanical bull while men threw money at her. But she was probably just hanging out with her friends. I need to just relax and remember how this all started. I took a deep breath and decided to tell Alex why I was gone so long. I figured he knew, or he didn’t care but it would give me a open to talk more about this.

As I exited the bathroom time slowed down. The beautiful princess from earlier was standing in the middle of the bar smiling. Her smile was just as great as before, I can’t believe she is in here. Is this destiny? Is something happening here bigger than what I can imagine? A fury of thoughts came into my head. What the hell do I do? Do I talk to her? Is this a test?

I decided I would just say hi, that’s it. I’m still shaken from my girlfriend being out and I don’t want to jinx the situation. Okay so I’d say hi and then a little flirting BUT THAT’S IT. As I got closer her smile was in a odd direction, it was facing where I was sitting.

A few more steps revealed she was talking with Alex. My buddy was making his move on the princess.

“Josh this is Megan, I think she lives by Jill.”

“Um Hi.”

Megan said: “Do I know you?”

“Um, well, I think you actually live in the same complex as my girlfriend Jill.”

It clicked for her “Ohhh, right. Hi nice to meet you. This is my favorite bar, are you guys always here?”

“Sometimes.”

Megan excused herself for a second and as she walked away Alex was glowing with happiness.

“How hot is she!”

Alex didn’t put 2 and 2 together; he was too caught up in her beauty. I didn’t say anything because he’d already listened to me enough.  A part of me wishes I made more emphasis on the girl when I was telling Alex about earlier. But I was too caught up in “having fun.”

“Josh this girl seems really cool.”

“Great.”

I watched Megan make her way back over and engage with Alex. I have suddenly become the sidekick to this scenario. I took another large swig of my beer. All I could think is that I would love nothing more than to be with Jill living and laying with her right now in a two-bedroom apartment, having no fun.

Short Story Sunday: Desert Talk

I just finished meditating on a massive red rock overlooking dry landscape, I was walking out of a conversation I was having with myself. I looked at my watch, 2pm. I was slightly distracted because a bee that wanted to crevice itself in my ear managed to stalk me for the majority of the afternoon. As I left my own conversation, I noticed an oddly shaded cloud that looked as if it was coming to engulf me, but it turned out that it was a cloud of thunder and rain pursuing it’s own objectives.

I came to Joshua Tree, California with my friends Alex and Brent, and while this massively unexpected cloud passed I looked for them through the dry heat. We all came here not knowing what to expect, we all had an idea that we may find one particular tree named Joshua but instead we were pleasantly surprised thousands of Joshua’s scattered around us. One thing we did have an agreement on was that we were coming here to reflect on ourselves.

It’s a spoken and unspoken word that when man ventures into the desert certain aspects about themselves becomes clear. These aspects show themselves at any time, and typically you find yourself wrapped in your own head thinking about you, your family, situations, and what could have been.

As I walked looking for the two I kept thinking about myself, I’m currently at a crossroads in my life. I live in a city that perpetuates confusion and I have an ambition that promotes creativity. I find myself jumping constantly from one thing to the next getting lost in the shuffle just to stay afloat. Many times I take on a new job and focus my attention towards elsewhere, all while neglecting my main objective, my situation and the people who surround me often negatively takes it toll.

I look down at my shoes, why didn’t I wear socks? I’m now climbing up a hill looking for Alex, a part of me wants to yell but I don’t want to disrupt nature, so I’ll keep quiet. I realize I’m aimlessly walking and I have no water, I’m getting tired and I need to drink something. The heat is also taking it’s toll on me, I’m now starting to wonder if the cloud I just saw was actually a rain cloud or if I was just seeing things. How long was I meditating on that rock for? I look at my watch, 3:18pm

I go on wondering if Alex and Brent are together or if they are looking for me. Suddenly, a familiar foe shows up, the bee. A sudden buzz shoots past my head, I stop in my place like an animal ready to attack, it flirts with various parts of my face- as it does SMACK - My gut reaction was to swat and I shot the bee somewhere to the ground, after a moment I finally recognized it laying on the ground mixed in with some dirt. I kept on my way.

I was making my way up hill, when I got to the top I knew it would open my vision to more landscape and hopefully point out someone. I had some worries set in because Alex had the car keys that had a apple and my water, I tried to keep my mind off both.

When I reached the top I saw no Alex, no Brent, just more earth. I was tired, and I had to sit down. As I sat there I thought more about my situation and how I could remedy it, I know what has to be done, I know what I want, and it’s just not happening. The feeling of my life started to set in and it wasn’t feeling good. Typically I’m a optimist and am able to weather any storm but have I met my match? Has life put me here to realize that I may be reaching my breaking point of what I can tolerate? I took a deep breath, stood up and continued to look.

I decided to back track a bit so I wouldn’t get too far off course. I noticed a series of stacked rocks all around me, they were too perfect to be mistakenly stacked, and someone before me must have done it. I wonder if it was Alex or Brent? For whatever reason I decided to stack a few more rocks making the stack up to my waste, I found it interesting because it was like a Jenga puzzle of nature, how or when would it fall?

Now I’m starting to need water, my mouth has gathered saliva around the outside. I start to laugh because I realize this trip to the desert is typical. Some guy who needs water can’t find it, I’ve willfully adhered to the moron in the desert. I couldn’t help but laugh. And it was just at that moment the next prototype of desert activity happened – “Buzzzzzzz.”

It’s back, but it had to be a mirage, the stalking desert bee was back. No way, first off I don’t think bees exist in the desert and second I killed it, maybe it was a friend of the bee? I heard when they die they send out a distress signal, I wish I had that power because right now I’m confused. I let the bee go, it just buzz’s, around and around my head. Again, it’s stalking me. Again I look at my watch, 5:12pm

Finally I’ve had it, I’m almost in tears, I stop. In my mind this is just icing for the cake. I’ve come here to look for clarity and I’m confused as ever, I can’t find anyone and I’m desperate. Apparently my real life has bled into my desert life, I can’t help but think it’s just me. Maybe I’m wired to be this way, always wondering and always confused about what exactly I’m doing. This very idea upsets me but maybe it’s something I should embrace.

I take a few more deep breathes with the bee circling my head, I look into the sky and all I can think about is conceding to the idea of needing help. I now know it, this is what my trip to the desert was for, it was for me to realize I’m confused and I need help. I’m not as strong as I once thought I was. Is my weakness something I can truly accept? Why can’t this just work out as I planned? I should be drinking my damn water by now!

It was at that exact breaking point I saw something. That something was Alex, he was about 500 yards away coming from another massive hill. In my most casual way I pointed at Alex as if I knew he would be walking towards me and he pointed back. I wondered where Brent was but I really didn’t care, I was just happy to see someone.

I sat on a rock while Alex made his journey over to me, as I sat a whirl of emotions took me over.

The bee, I didn’t hear it buzzing, was it gone? I suddenly did break into a few tears and my mind started to speak like it wasn’t me. I mentally had just put together a puzzle and a sense of relief came over me. I started to connect me looking at Alex and felt it wasn’t Alex, it was me. I just went on a journey.

The bee was a nuisance and I swatted it but it came back. The man made Jenga rocks, they were just being, and I added my touch to it. The cloud of rain was pleasant but brief. My path I just walked was long but eventually what I was looking for showed itself. Everything I just did was necessary to get to what I needed. My off course walk was long, winding, hot, and completely necessary.

My thoughts of mental weakness suddenly were alleviated and my need for water was slightly quenched. Just as I was about to submit to weakness my goal that I was looking for showed itself. It then became clearer that everything was existing on their own, it was my reaction which affected me, not them.

I sat a moment longer and wondered if I was over analyzing. I didn’t care, because this was my experience and this is what I wanted. I felt renewed in my life ventures. I thought life should not be dictated by your surroundings or what bothers you, the only thing that should dictate my life is myself.

As Alex approached he casually said:

“Good to see you, I got a little lost back there”

“Me too”

“It was definitely a little adventure”

“Yup”

Neither of us knew where Brent was but we made our way to the car. When we finally got there Brent was waiting.

Alex clicked open his car door and we all took our time grabbing the water.

Short Story Sunday

So, what’s the Constant?

Constant: Continually or Absolutely Occurring.

Robin Schrank, the eccentric chemistry teacher every person should ask for.  Robin was notorious for staying late with students, having an endless supply of mountain dew, and using a beaker and hotplate to make spaghetti.  His infectious personality made chemistry desirable and his love for teaching was inspirational.

I’ve always been a big fan of anything that was science related because I excelled with chemicals and experiments. On the flip side I was terrible at math, I hoped that one day it would click for me but it never did. I can actually remember the moment when I shunned math away for good. Age 12 I had a tutor come over, my grades were getting better, my Math was improving. One day a friend came over to tell me that tutors were stupid, it was at that moment that I took his meaningless side and banished my tutor, while seemingly banishing my knowledge.

You could imagine my disappointment when I was told that Math is as much a part of Science as Science is Science.  For years I managed to get by in the Math world while somehow excelling in Science. I could never figure out why my knee jerk reaction was to shun Math but eventually I chalked it up to not actually being able to see the outcome. Without having something physical I didn’t necessarily believe it existed. Science was different, Science was experiments, and Science was explosions, a periodic table, potions, and smoke. The appeal for scientific experiments was too much to let go.

Some time after attending his class I ran into Robin Schrank, we were both sitting down to eat at a sandwich restaurant. I noticed him and introduced myself again just in case he forgot my name or face, of course he said he didn’t.

“Mr. Schrank, how are you?”

“Josh, call me Robin.”

Robin reminded me that it’s the institution and the kids who prefer to call their professors “Mr.” “Ms.” Or “Mrs.” In Robin’s world we should all go by first names unless specifically asked otherwise, he felt it caused too much of a divide. Robin was eating “The Club” I stuck with my “Traditional Turkey” I asked if he’d like to talk - we sat down to eat together.

We discussed students and teaching, life and decisions. I told him I planned to make a move west. I didn’t get into moving specifics, just the idea that I wanted to travel and experience something new. He went on to tell me about his days of moving around but ultimately he made his way back home. He started a family in Wisconsin, and Wisconsin carried the atmosphere that was most like his personality. I admired Robin’s view, he was right.

What I didn’t tell Robin is that I didn’t like this atmosphere, it worked for some but not me. I needed to make a move from this area that I felt was torturing me. I was caught in slow movement and it felt as though I was continuously doing the same thing. I touched on a few subjects but didn’t want to get into a therapy session with him.  I mentioned I wanted to travel but I should have elaborated and told him I wanted a new life. I could have told him I had plans to drastically change my surroundings and never looks back, but I felt my tone would have been almost smug, possibly insulting.

Our sandwiches were finished and our conversation was great. The feeling that you get when a conversation must end was approaching. We’ve been sitting here for an hour talking about life and it was at that moment I opened the can of worms, not intentionally but for conversation sake.

“You know, I had always thought something was very strange. I have always loved Science but I can’t really stand Math, is that typical?”

“Two not like something, of course that’s typical.”

“No, but I mean they are both so connected that I’d think I enjoy them both. Also, I’m not very good at Math. I just feel like I should know how to do both very well. ”

“What is that you don’t like about Math?”

This was such a basic question but difficult for me to answer. I had to face the facts of why I didn’t like this subject:

“I guess to be honest I don’t like it because I don’t fully understand it, I’m not good at it. I’m so uncertain about what I’m doing.”

“Why?”

Another basic question, again I’m having difficulty answering.

“Because I don’t know if my answers are correct.”

“But you like Science?”

“Love it. Yes.”

“Why?”

“I guess… I guess it’s because I can see the outcome. It’s tangible. I like knowing that if I’m doing something I will see if I’m correct.”

“Josh, you get that much more in Math than you do in Science. There are so many constants and variables with both. But if you know what you’re doing you can always see if you’re correct when dealing with Math. You can blow something up in Science, sure it may look cool but it may not be right.”

Out of that statement one thing hit me – Constants and Variables.

“Wait a second, lets be specific about what a constant is.”

“A constant? Constants are used in conversions they are the unchangeable.”

“Well what if the variable changes?”

“Then that’s the variable.”

Something hit me like a ton of bricks. I don’t believe that anything is constant. I told Robin I didn’t think this was possible. How can anything be constant when so much is changing?

“Robin, I don’t think constants are possible, I think everything is always changing., maybe this is why I don’t like Math!”

“So you’re saying there are no certainties?”

What a question.

“Yes, there are no certainties, so there’s no constants.”

“Josh let me give you an example. The acceleration of gravity is a constant, do you not believe this is a certainty?”

“If something happened to our sun or the moon our gravity would be affected. If there were a black hole at the core of the earth our gravity would diminish. The black hole is a little drastic but something could happen.”

Robin stared at me and laughed. It was a playful laugh, after a moment it took it as him saying: You have much to learn.

I knew how I sounded, I was being combative, and I was objecting common rules that have been along much longer than me. However, I still felt justified in saying this, I feel accurate. I think Robin understood or maybe he was annoyed but he controlled this conversation. He left we with a parting thought:

“I can tell you this Josh. People who tend to accelerate at Mathematics tend to be better problem solvers. In school they don’t explain the importance of this. Math is about coming to an answer by knowing equations, or sometimes finding the equation when you already know the answer. If you can strengthen your problem solving skills with Math, you will strengthen how you observe situations and how you handle them down the road.”

Mr. Schrank is schooling me, I feel ignorant.

“There may not be any constants and if that’s the case then we have another variable. The question I pose to you Josh, if you are saying there are no certainties (constants) then is that your certainty?”

I was wondering if someone from the table next to us was listening. I was just dropped a word of wisdom that I may not fully comprehend. Robin was truly much wiser than I am, he’s at ease with himself, and I’m not.  I stood up, shook Robin’s hand and thanked him. I was left with more questions and I wished we could talk forever, but I knew he had to get going. Part of me had to digest everything said, and the other part wanted to dismiss it. I’m now thinking that maybe there are constants.

I sat for a moment longer wondering if I lacked problem solving and if I can solve this problem. I did come to a solid conclusion: I realize that what I’m doing is a Science experiment. I formed my belief that life is an experiment in many cases. Those who get to attain what they desire – happiness, money, fame, lust, family – whatever it may be have attained their proper equation.

Things suddenly changed for me, I constantly have thoughts of change, I never implement the unpredictable. I sat and thought that everything going on around me are variables, and I’m the constant…except I’m unpredictable so I’m the variable.

Longest Short Story

Wait, What?

My girlfriend Jill has officially taken the lead she’s about 5 steps ahead but I’m slowly drifting further behind. Waiting for the two of us is Phyllis, a nice older woman who smiles as her hands rest on her hips. Seeing Phyllis I get a little nervous I wonder how I can bail out of my situation. I think that I’m a few steps behind Jill so maybe I can run and say I’m sick, but I realize that won’t work I’ve already smiled at Phyllis. Dammit, this is it, I’m getting closer and I’m about to come face to face with fear. That face is in the form of a nice old lady.

“Hello, I’m Phyllis.”

“Hi, I’m Josh and this is Jill.”

“Josh and I are really excited to see the apartment.” Said Jill.

It’s official. The communication has been established. The nice old lady who’s acting manager at the Sweetzer Apartments has just become my obstacle. She’s been in communication with my girlfriend for a few days and she has a “great apartment.” My girlfriend knows I need space and she clearly used that to her advantage, she found a place with ample room and two bedrooms. She knows I’m dying for a office and the second bedroom would be just that, Jill knows know so much about me but also knows so little about me, it’s funny how that works.

I currently live in a studio apartment and although I’m extremely cramped I would consider myself content. I’ve been discussing moving in with my girlfriend for months now and I’ve always figured out a way to dodge the subject when she brings it up. For some reason she can’t understand that being a 24 year old male means I’m afraid to make various commitments. I’m afraid to move in because I’d feel as though I’m about to start a future with someone who isn’t me. That’s not to say I don’t love her, it just means I love a lot of stuff she may not be able to coexist with.

My coexisting fears are about to get toyed with because I decided not too run 30 seconds ago. As I look at my girlfriend smiling towards Phyllis all I can think is that if Phyllis knew how I felt she’d have sympathy on me and tell us someone already rented the apartment. I wonder if Phyllis has a husband because maybe he can relate with me, I’d give him the man look and by some form of telepathy he’d understand everything. I wish there was a guy here.

We enter the spacious place and yes it’s nice. As my girlfriend looks around at the walls I immediately make my way to the office and bedroom. It’s been bugging me Jill keeps calling it a two bedroom apartment because she knows I want a office, then I hear Phyllis say:

“Two huge bedrooms.”

No, it’s my office, but I get it and Phyllis doesn’t know. As I look around I can’t help but admit that I like it. However I have to ask myself what I’m doing with myself right now. Since I’m feeling these issues and insecurities in my relationship something is off right? Something can’t be right. Looking at Jill I know I love her, she’s great but why am I so hesitant to move in with her. Am I feeding into the stereotype that men hate commitment? On top of all of this I have to ask myself why am I not able to split up with my girlfriend if I needed too? Or am I?

Jill is gushing about the greatness of where we are, little old Phyllis hands her two applications and the two continue to talk about nonsense, I stand off to the side with a dumb smile on my face. I start to recollect all of the older men who have told me to enjoy my youth. They’ve told me to take advantage of moments in my late teens to early 20’s. I’ve always thought I was but now that I think about it, am I? Should I be aimlessly sleeping around with women and making decisions I am going to regret tomorrow. I think that if it’s about regret than I have that area locked because I have a feeling I may regret some things if I sign that lease.

Phyllis looks to me with a huge smile and tells me it was great to meet me, of course she reminds me it’s a 30 dollar fee to process my application.

We’re heading back to Jill’s place and silence sits on my end, Jill can’t stop gushing, every word she speaks starts to press on my chest like a weigh has fallen on me. I realize I’d feel comfortable moving in with Jill if I didn’t have to sign anything, I’d rather have the option to bail at any moment, but the 3 syllable word rings in my ear…

Com-mit-ment.

We’re parking and while I walk to retrieve some material from the trunk I see a dark featured woman walking my way. She is beautiful and my double take has turned to a triple take. Then, since I realize Jill is standing next to me it’s okay if I say hi, because it’s almost as if I’m saying hi from the both of us.

“Hello!” I say.

Her radiating smile gleams back to me, “Hi!” she says.

Oh my God she was beautiful, who is this girl? She’s going to her car and I may want another peek and her. If I wasn’t such a nice guy that may have seemed weird, but Jill knows me better, and I’ll say Hi to a dog if it passes. Thus far I’m in the clear with my pleasantry. Although I generally greet people this was different, I think this girl and I just shared something. Between me closing the trunk, her walking to her car, and Jill talking about the 2 bedroom (office) I think that if this were a fairy tale I may get to know this princess. She was too beautiful not to take a chance. But as I know, this is no fairy tale and she’s about to drive from the apartment.

I start to walk very slowly to the door to let Jill and I in. I mentally map out the girls trajectory and this girl is going to have to drive past. My man mind tells me I am going to shoot her a quick “Good Bye” smile. This is my last attempt for a fairy tale moment, and I want my smile on her mind as she drives.

I approach the door and hold it for Jill, she walks but I hold it a little longer. I’m waiting for the mystery woman to drive, she’s coming around another parked car, my smile is just a few moments away. I become aware that my door holding is feeling a twitch too long. Shit! Please hurry car, Jill looks at me, I act like I can’t get the keys out. This is the longest moment ever. Please hurry car, okay here she comes. My moment is in 3….2…1…and SMILE, little head nod, Keys out,  smooth.

It worked, I got the smile back- this was a victory. The car drives away and I turn back around to enter with Jill, and it was that moment my victory has been overshadowed by the bigger picture. That picture being my girlfriend is not stupid. The elevator doors open, we both step in.

I really hope that I’m imagining my girlfriend catching that interaction. She couldn’t have. Her mood has turned to complete quiet, I know she knows but I keep trying to tell myself otherwise. The elevator doors open, we walk down the long hallway to her apartment.

I kind of want her to say something, but I hope she doesn’t, what is she thinking? Please don’t say anything - please don’t say anything - So far so good.

And then…

“Why did you hold the door open so long?”

Immediately,

“Ha! What? What? Held the door, what?”

“You just held the door to look at that girl didn’t you?”

“Girl? What girl….Ohhh..Pshhh… Please come on. You’re crazy.”

Well, I think it’s safe to say she knows.

As we enter her apartment it stays like this, but the mood is oddly eerie and I sense that crazy comment didn’t sit too well.

“Why did you smile at her?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You held the door.”

“Babe please, come on.”

As we have this conversation I am pacing around and expressing that I am completely dumbfounded. I know where this is going, and I’m about to enter a very awkward argument. I’m about to lie about checking out a girl, then Jill will talk to me about the apartment and I will lie and tell her I’m excited. I tell myself I’m lying because I’m going to make her feel better but in actuality I’m afraid. I don’t want to deal with the reality of the situation. I don’t think Jill understands any of my frustration and how can she?

“Can we talk for a second.”

“Um, sure.”

“Come sit down.”

Uh oh. I usually can drink water and pace when we have these kinds of conversations, but not this time.

I was waiting for Jill to confront me even more, she was about to blast me and I knew I was going to feel real bad real soon but she said something unexpected. It’s as if God was giving me the thumbs up-

“Josh listen, I know this is difficult for you. I get it, all of this. The apartment stuff is a huge step, and I know you probably feel a little cramped with me. The last thing I want to do is pull us apart, so let’s not let that happen. (I’m staring like a deer in headlights).  I know you may want to see other girls or look at them…or whatever, and that’s okay. So just be upfront with me, have some fun but be up front. If you’re feeling claustrophobic, please let me know, but I know you love me. And if you want to have some fun or a thing, that’s fine, we can have some fun.”

Wait… What?

“What?”

“You know, let’s take a moment to think about the apartment, and also let’s have some fun okay.”

“I, ah, I’m a little confused.”

“I love you Josh, okay, you know that. I don’t want us to lie to each other, we’re better than that, and I want to stay together.”

As I drove home I remembered exactly why I loved my girlfriend. She’s so damn great. What the hell is wrong with me? I posses a woman who carries more knowledge than me, she is absolutely right. She understands me with without me saying anything, and she just offered me the opportunity to have a thing with another girl. I don’t know if I can ask for anything better than what I currently have. The apartment was somewhat in the back of my head, but currently I’m too focused on the free pass I seemingly received.

When I entered my apartment complex I immediately ran to Corey’s room. I have a few very close friends living around and Corey has known me the longest and knows how to deal with situations. He is my go to mentor on many occurrences. Not only will he sit and listen for hours he always finds a way to tie it back to his life and then tell me a solution to any quandary. This time I had no quandary, I just wanted to tell him what happened with Jill. I knocked on Corey’s door and as expected he opened in typical inviting fashion.

“I have to talk to you.”

I told him everything: The apartment to the girl, to the look, and then to the reaction, then the completely unexpected reaction. He sat and listened as I spoke a mile a minute. I kept reiterating the fact that she just told me I could have some fun, and I never thought I would be in this position. I just cannot believe it. And as Corey typically does he offers insight, however this time it caught me off guard.

“So she said you guys should be open?”

“Yes!”

“And she said WE should have some fun or YOU should have some fun?”

“Wait…What?”

“Well did she mean both of you or just you?”

“Just me…I think.”

“Well why would it be just you?”

Oh my, he’s right. Now I can’t remember. I’m trying to recall the things Jill said to me but I can’t recall a thing. I thought she just meant me, but of course I would think that, I’m selfish. Why would it be just me?

“Corey do you think she meant that she wants to have some fun too?”

“Yeah, actually I do. I think you opened the flood gates with that look to the girl and agreeing to this.”

I felt sick to my stomach I told Corey thanks but actually I meant “Thank you for nothing you asshole.” I proceeded to my room and immediately called my girlfriend.

It’s funny how this works, that express wanting your cake and eating it too has never been so true. I feel it’s okay for me to “have fun” but it’s not okay for my girlfriend, what a moron I am.  As I called Jill she told me she was going out with her friends tonight. I asked her if she wanted to hang out but just told me she thought it would be good if we were with friends.

This couldn’t be worse. I only thought that Jill wanted to meet another guy. Before we hung up I told her I loved her about 8 times and that I wanted to talk about what we talked about earlier. She told me we’d talk later, my sick stomach just turned to panic.
I was panic sick alone in my small studio apartment. I had been in their for about 10 minutes but it felt like 3 hours. Maybe Corey was wrong. Corey’s life meter could be wrong this time so I needed a second opinion I needed my friend Alex. Within moments I was knocking on Alex’s apartment.

“Do you want to grab a beer?”

“Of Course.”

As we walked to a close bar the therapy session continued. The same thing I said to Corey I said to Alex, but this time I was hoping to get a different response. My venting continued up until we ordered our first Beer. We sat down, I took a sip and Alex looked at me and said:

“Sounds like she wants to have some fun too.”

I proceeded to drink my beer faster and pulled out my phone to text my girlfriend. Alex tried to show me the upside to things by acknowledging I still too could have some fun. But at this point I wanted no fun. I just wanted a pure girlfriend. I currently can’t imagine her telling me about some great guy she met that she proceeded to have fun with. And I can’t go crazy about it because I agreed to this and actually enjoyed the idea… When it was about me.

When we finished the second beer I excused myself to the bathroom. Which meant one more call because I didn’t want too look to pathetic in front of my buddy. Jill answered as I was pacing alone in the small bathroom.
“Babe, I miss you do you want to meet up later?”

I’ll Call you later okay. Josh, please just relax this is all going to be okay.”

“I am relaxed.”

“I just want to be with you and you should have your space, I can smolder you sometimes, I get it.”

“You don’t smolder me.”

“Babe, just enjoy your night stop worrying.”

“I’m not worried.”

“Babe, I love you.”

I could be over reacting but that was no help whatsoever, I spent another 5 minutes just thinking about what she could be doing. In my mind she was riding a mechanical bull while men threw money at her. But she was probably just hanging out with her friends. I need to just relax and remember how this all started. I took a deep breath and decided to tell Alex why I was gone so long. I figured he knew, or he didn’t care but it would give me a open to talk more about this.

As I exited the bathroom time slowed down. The beautiful princess from earlier was standing in the middle of the bar smiling. Her smile was just as great as before, I can’t believe she is in here. Is this destiny? Is something happening here bigger than what I can imagine? A fury of thoughts came into my head. What the hell do I do? Do I talk to her? Is this a test?

I decided I would just say hi, that’s it. I’m still shaken from my girlfriend being out and I don’t want to jinx the situation. Okay so I’d say hi and then a little flirting BUT THAT’S IT. As I got closer her smile was in a odd direction, it was facing where I was sitting.
A few more steps revealed she was talking with Alex. My buddy was making his move on the princess.

“Josh this is Megan, I think she lives by Jill.”

“Um Hi.”

Megan said: “Do I know you?”

“Um, well, I think you actually live in the same complex as my girlfriend Jill.”
It clicked for her “Ohhh, right. Hi nice to meet you. This is my favorite bar, are you guys always here?”

“Sometimes.”

Megan excused herself for a second and as she walked away Alex was glowing with happiness.

“How hot is she!”

Alex didn’t put 2 and 2 together; he was too caught up in her beauty. I didn’t say anything because he’d already listened to me enough.  A part of me wishes I made more emphasis on the girl when I was telling Alex about earlier. But I was too caught up in “having fun.”

“Josh this girl seems really cool.”

“Great.”

I watched Megan make her way back over and engage with Alex. I have suddenly become the sidekick to this scenario. I took another large swig of my beer. All I could think is that I would love nothing more than to be with Jill living and laying with her right now in a two-bedroom apartment, having no fun.

Short Story: The Power

The Power.

The strangest feeling hit me, it was a realization that shouldn’t even be realized it should just be the way it is. It happened at a vulnerable time but it happened. I was in a strange relationship clinging to someone because I needed company. She was pushing the relationship to move further and further to serious land but I didn’t want to. I was concerned, I didn’t want to move forward but I didn’t want to lose this girl.

This scenario may be the ultimate crux in life I basically wanted everything on my own terms. I laughed at the thought, and then it hit me again! I can have everything on my own terms, hell I don’t need to do anything I don’t want to do.

I literally can have anything I want it just depends on the sacrifices. Anyone can have anything. Why do I finally understand this idea? This simple concept of having or getting anything is completely attainable it just depends on the route you take to get what you want. What a concept, what power.

So what have I been doing? Who the hell knows, who the hell cares, I don’t need to do anything I don’t want to do. Since this revelation is so shocking I did what any person would do with this power, I used it.

I called the girl I was dating. I laid out what exactly I wanted and how it was going to be. I didn’t hold back, it felt liberating, not because I was holding much back but I definitely was bending to comfort this girl I was seeing. I didn’t want to bend anymore.

My expectations were a little different than the outcome. I expected her to understand, I expected nothing to change, and I expected her to applaud while I was on the phone with her. I literally was waiting for someone to jump out of nowhere and tell me I was doing a good thing right now. In my mind I was being forthcoming and I was doing what most didn’t do, or what I didn’t do. I was well aware that by me saying what I was saying I’d compromise the intimacy aspect of things and also the companionship but I didn’t want it too.

When I got done with my rant of what I want and not wanting certain things she told me she couldn’t be in a “partial relationship.” I replied telling her I couldn’t be in a “relationship.” And so it ended, we didn’t speak again for about six months. When her and I finally reconnected she told me she was just out of another relationship. Apparently she had done some pretty heavy dating after us.

We re connected for roughly an hour and eventually she finished our conversation by thanking me for being so honest in the past, she said it was refreshing. I asked how it was refreshing and she let me know it was good to talk with someone who knew exactly what they wanted. Thank you! That’s all I wanted to hear from her in the first place. So I was justified the entire time and me ending things was the right thing to do.

Of course, within a few days and many phone calls her and I were back on. I don’t know how it happened but the on again off again fling was on. I wondered if she told me it was “refreshing” because she was bating me. I always wonder if women know key phrases or statements to make a man come back. Regardless, I was momentarily back.

After a few dates I remembered why I didn’t want to be in a relationship with her. I needed to get out but now I am back to being comfortable. Eventually I stuck it out many more months than I wanted with scattered dating. The power I thought I possessed clearly was a fading power. It’s like a light bulb, every once in a while a change needs to be had. I wondered how I made it back and in so deep with this girl again, what was I doing wrong?

Then it hit me! I don’t need to be in this relationship! I can do anything! I have the power. Uh Oh…

It dawned on me that holding the power to do whatever you want is sometimes forgotten. It gets lost in the shuffle, especially with emotions.