When John Calls

My cell rang. I answered it automatically without looking to see who was calling. "Hello," he said. I was fiddling around to pick up something I had dropped but stopped in mid-search. "Hello," he said again. Oh my God, it's him. For the purposes of this blog, I'll give him a fictitious name. We'll call him John. He stuttered as he asked if I was busy. "I'm at work," I answered curtly. Funny how you don't hear from a person for almost a year and he talks as if you just talked yesterday. "Oh. Okay. I'll call you back cause I got something to tell you," he said. "Uhhhhh, okay," I said. It was a mindless auto-response that I sometimes give when I am floored. I hung up the phone and sat in my seat. Eyes wide. Mouth opened. Oh my God.


My guy told me he was gonna call back. He did. It had been two months since the first call but he was sure of it. "Trust, he's gonna call you again," he said. He was right!


Deciding not to wait until later, I left the office and stepped into the foyer in front of the building to call him. "What do you want to say?" I asked. He explained the nonstop drama he had been enduring from his ex-wife. "I hate the way things ended," he said. You stopped calling, I thought. He nervously explained all - and I mean all - that she had done. After a while, it became painful. Too. Much. Information. I caught myself looking up at the ceiling impatiently waiting for him to finish. I had to stop him. "I hate to interrupt you, John, but I need to get back to work." "Okay," he said. "John, I have three things I want to say."


"One." [Pause] "Sounds like your life is still crazy. I understand where you are cause I've been there. But, I'm not there anymore. Two. I accept your apology. No hard feelings. And three. I've met a wonderful man and we've been dating for 8 months now." "Uh, okay then," he said in a startled tone. With a quick goodbye and Click-up, the conversation was done. That man got off the phone faster than greased lightning!


Getting jilted is the pits. Doesn't matter how old or how young, you feel dropped. It was the typical beginning. We met. He asked for my number. He called me alllll the time. He was my Mr. McDreamy and I loved being pursued. But it wasn't long before I started to feel that he wasn't interested in anything long-term. He had an excuse for every time he was asked to show up. Sensing that there was only one room he wanted me in, I decided to do the cu-de-gra. I asked him to accompany me to two Christmas socials. I heard nothing else from him.


Surprisingly, there was no anger when he called. Taken by surprise, yes, but no ill will. I am glad he called. Most folks don't ever get a call back. No opportunity to finish something. To have closure. So, I'm glad that he called again though the truth is probably that he was bored, between women and hoping to get back into my good graces…LOL.


No matter, I feel good. My guy had already encouraged me to be nice. No need to be mean. But he did caution that John would continue to call until I told him I had a man. I'm proud of how maturely I handled this. But most of all, I am proud of my guy. He could have gotten angry, told me to let him talk to him the next time or accused me of still having a thing for this man. None of the above! Who needs an old flame when the new one is burning so brightly. I feel trusted. I feel loved. I feel downright snuggly.


Well, I'm gonna call it a night. I'm trying to become more disciplined in not staying up late writing or reading Facebook posts. Besides, I've taken some PhytoB and Evening Primrose Oil herbal supplements. Maybe I won't have night sweats tonight.