It’s Saturday morning…or well, afternoon (11:50am) and I am eating my breakfast biscuit and stirring over an *error in my evening last night…
A long, long time ago, when I was in the 6th grade, I had a crush on a cute boy that I will refer to as “MJ” (having nothing to do with Micheal Jackson). A few months ago, I found after moving to this dead-end country town, that he was one of a very few people I knew that have moved here as well over the years. At the time that we reconnected via our social network, he was in a failing relationship (but a relationship nonetheless) and I was settling into my traumatic transition to this hick-hole of a city. Needless to say, we didn’t communicate much other than online updates to say hi, brief updates on life, and much-needed local insight on potential careers in this town.
Within the past few months, things have shifted for the both of us and we recently found an opportunity to get together and catch-up in person.
After spending, what accidentally ended up being, 3 hours on the phone two nights ago, “MJ” made plans with me to go out the following night, which was last night…
It was so strange, seeing this person I used to know so long ago, but it not really being him. Obviously, a 12yr old kid was not going to show up at the door, but it was like meeting a new person all over again.
“MJ” was a little late, unlike “26” who arrived on the minute, but not so late that I was upset, just enough to make me wonder where he was at. He came to the door like a gentleman and did all of the chivalrous things of the old school. There was even a bottle of chardonnay waiting in the car. “MJ” invited me back to his place for pre-date drinks. Being as early in the evening as it was, I agreed and we get to his kitchen only to find that he has no wine key! …. What do you think we had to do?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4KG3e5Uy3o
After a quick drink and some meaningful catching up, we hurried off to eat at Ink. Now, this place is hard to describe…or really easy actually: It’s a bar/club/diner built onto the property of a tattoo shop. The music is pumpin, so it’s kinda loud (this is no place for a nice, quiet, romantic date). There is a wait on Friday nights, I’m not sure about any other day, our wait was around half an hour. -The bar was jammed and the front was crowded (and cold), so we took a quick trip to the liquor store and grabbed a 6-pack to keep us busy while we waited in the car out front.- Considering the atmosphere, the food is really good! There is a good mix of options on the menu and everything is around $10 ala cart, so you can mix it up. I had the truffle mac & cheese w/ kielbasa, which appeared to be the house specialty dish because it was on almost every table, “MJ” had one of his regular favorites, the chicken tacos w/ fries. {There is only one toilet room per sex, which I thought was absurd considering the volume.} But we ate great food and made it out of there just after midnight and aimed for a nightclub/lounge down the street…
The next stop on our evening was called Parlare (and there is some debate on how it’s pronounced). There were no major issues with the evening up until that point and it seemed that we were both enjoying each others company and really flawlessly interacting as though we have been the greatest of friends throughout all these years. It was a great, fun evening. Until. . .
I get a call at almost 1am from “eX”! At first, I didn’t answer, thinking he wouldn’t call again and I would call him back in the morning….unfortunately, he called another 3 times in a row!
*-Ok, last week when I was out with “26” I got the midnight calls from “eX” as well and again, didn’t answer at first, but when he called repeatedly I picked up. I immediately admitted that I was out, which seemed to upset him, so this time, I was in a seemingly quiet place and picked up with the intention to find out if it was important or otherwise convince him that I was in bed sleeping (where he obviously wants me to be). This plan fell apart right away. I guess I underestimated the level of noise on the street along with my cell phones ability to pick up that noise and once again, “eX” got upset! Which obviously, upset me. 1: I HATE lying, because I feel horrible when I do and 2: “eX’ should have no emotional attachment to what I do with my own life, because it’s been 7 months since we ended our BS “relationship” and he assures me everyday (in some way or another) that we are never going to be together in the future. So WHY then, does he get upset at the idea that someone else is interested in being apart of my future?!?-
Despite the upsetting phone call from “eX”, I enjoyed the Parlare and was shocked by the crowd! It was predominately Asians in their early 20s! I’ve been in Sacramento, Ca for months now and running into an asian person in Sacramento is like the equivalent of running across an african american in Hawai’i, not that you don’t, it’s just not common. But wow, it’s like every young person of an asian background in the Sacramento area were all under the same roof! And they were partying, and super trendy, and super friendly, and everyone so beautiful and so young, and drunk!…this place was great! It reminded me of the more stylish end of Hawaii. I guess “MJ” knew I’d feel at home 🙂
We were at the Parlare long enough to have one more drink and take in the sights (and ohhhh maan, were there sights to see). After the club, we headed back to “MJ”s place to finish off the bottle of chardonnay and have some wind-down conversation over a movie. We drank and talked until I noticed that it was now 4 in the morning and insisted on getting home before I passed out on someone else’s couch!
Overall, I had a great time with “MJ”, it’s odd and amazing how the energy just flows. I feel like we could be out together all night just taking in the same activities and not say one word to each other and I would still enjoy his company. Strange. Maybe it’s still just new, but “MJ” is a person I would like to spend another day with in the future.
I guess it’s time to really get this “eX” situation dealt with once and for all…and for good. . .
Stay Tuned. . .
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