Monday morning I caved. I reached out to Alaska.
To be honest, I actually sent him a text Friday morning about my horrible “coffee” date Thursday night. His text response was, “That’s why I don’t date.” Then he called me about 15 minutes after that to check on me and make sure I was actually okay. (At this point, I had not yet made arrangements to have drinks with Rock Star.)
It was bad that Alaska called. I shouldn’t have answered. He was sweet and attentive and concerned. It made me think about him and his bed and his arms and our conversations… He’s a comfortable place that I wanted to return to. Hanging up with him was difficult because all I wanted to do was ask if I could see him.
Shortly after that, I received a text from Rock Star and we made plans for later in the evening.
And, after my “successful” Friday night “date”, I figured I was moving a good way in the direction of putting Alaska behind me. (I rush things, I know)
Saturday I was on Cloud 9 and Sunday I thought it was super-dreamy that Rock Star wanted to meet with me again so soon.
Then Sunday night happened… Rock Star with his excuse that he was in love with another woman and, even though it was only a virtual relationship, he felt like he was cheating on her.
In a weird way, Rock Star left me with a feeling akin to a broken heart Sunday night. I know he didn’t break my heart. It was already broken. He just kinda poked at one of the more tender spots.
Regardless, that “tender spot” wanted something familiar: Alaska.
Monday morning he was promptly there to answer… In his familiar way…
Only this time, his familiar way brought me comfort instead of frustration.