coffee and tea and bourbon

My breath still smelled like bourbon when I considered stepping into Target.

I imagined walking the aisles for a while… trying on over-sized sweaters, eyeing the healthy snacks, and scouting end-caps for little discounted treasures (you know: the good kind of candle; a suitably general stack of floral greeting cards; or a soft-hued tumbler of some kind). But I mostly imagined looking at notebooks and journals and coming home with one. Thinking back on that, it makes sense; my aunt handed me a journal when I was 12 and told me that it could be my closest friend. I was feeling kinda lonely and invisible last night, so I would reach out to a friend — my oldest and most trusted one.

***

Two hours before my imaginary Target run, I was sitting outside of Rojo with two girlfriends. I couldn’t eat, so I ordered a drink.

I listened eagerly as they caught me up on their lives (which mostly revolve around their guys) and then I caught them up on mine (which, right now, mostly revolves around this new guy). Love. Damn it. 

“Soooooooo,” I began, telling them everything from my experience on Bumble to my defining meeting with CK, “he’s out of town right now and hasn’t texted me all day and I’m kinda really bummed about it.”

“Why don’t you just text him?” they asked. But this would have been too reasonable, you see.

“Because.” I paused, took another sip from the tiny bourbon straw the bartender’ed given me, and looked from one girl to the other. “I realized, when I woke up this morning, that despite him wanting to see me every day while he was in town, he’s mostly been responding to my texts… so I thought, let’s just give the guy some space and see when he WANTS to talk with me. Right? Well when is looking like NEVER!” I exclaimed.

They stated and restated their case many times — guys aren’t as communicative as girls are; our dudes were like that; you have to “train” them; you should just text him — but I consistently declined.

“If I WERE to text him at this point, it would NOT be a cute and endearing text… it would be more like WHAT THE HECK in all caps – no punctuation – or something else bratty and schoolgirl-like.”

I’d even polled coworkers on the matter hours before; the majority (I’d say 80%) felt the same as my friends @ Rojo: just text him! But a few agreed with me — that playing it cool was the best way to go. I felt like a crazy daughter of a gun regardless for thinking about the lack of texting so much. There are way more interesting things to think about, like: What is the planet “Venus” like? Which coffee shop will I visit first when I fly out to Denver in two weeks? Are there any videos of rabbits riding skateboards on YouTube? And how do you fix the broken heating element on a dryer?

***

Even so, I woke up this morning wondering if he’d remembered that I exist overnight; apparently NOT.

So I cuddled with my pups, worked on a few in-progress tracks in Logic, and then met up with a friend at Moss Rock Preserve. We hiked over to a gentle waterfall and talked abooooooout — you guessed it: our guys! And this friend was, btw, another one of those “just text him!” voters, as my cashier friend @ Whole Foods turned out to be later on in the afternoon when I asked for her opinion. I’m feeling so outnumbered! 

 

 

Anyways, two of my friend’s friends joined us shortly after we arrived — this neato punk-rock couple with black clothes and gauged ears. The girl mentioned buying a trashcan for their friend’s housewarming party that evening and the guy talked about working for a paper destruction company; interestingly enough, on Wednesdays, he visits a morgue to collect medical waste material. He’s seen everything from organs in clear bags to old breast implants. Pretty freakin crazy. 

I listened quietly while everyone talked and shook my leather jacket off. I folded it neatly and then tucked it underneath my head so I could lay out on the rocks for a while. When I first laid down, I could feel my skin stretching tightly across my ribs. It was a little uncomfortable. For the last week, it’s been really hard to eat, and I know I’ve lost some weight. Literally, the hunger just isn’t there. Anxiety (even good, exciting new relationship anxiety) usually refers me back to old coping mechanisms, so I’ve mostly been subsisting on coffee and tea (and, as you know now, just a little bit of bourbon).

Eventually, I stood up, ran my hands through the water, and said goodbye to my amigos so I could continue my journey downtown. I’m now sipping on a latte that one of my fav baristas made and about to work on some Spanish (procrastinating pretty heavily because I so enjoy writing).

 

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But before I go, I realized something kinda interesting with my Rojo friends last night that I’d like to share.

I’ve always gravitated toward those savior-and-saved-one relationships. Know what I mean? Like: One person’s basically got their shit together (me) and is trying to help the other person patch their life up (on an emotional, physical, or financial level… or, if you’re REAL lucky, all three; the bigger the scope of the project, the better!). I think I like these kinds of relationships because A. they’re a challenge and B. they make me feel needed, important, and special… NOT invisible or temporary or inessential.

But here’s the thing with this new guy: He’s GOT his shit together. Like — seriously; he’s got a strong sense of self, seemingly little emotional baggage, and a healthy independence about him. I don’t really have a precedent for any of this.

“Soooooooo it’s VERY scary to be so fond of someone that doesn’t… need me. That only needs to… like me.” I paused, looking down at my hands. “I guess I’m afraid that he’s going to realize, while he’s up there in whatever state or country he’s in, that I’m just a boring and prematurely elderly credit union representative… and that I’m not cool or wild or interesting enough for him.”

My girlfriends got it completely (and, very kindly, disagreed with me when I referred to myself as boring). They’re actually in similar situations: Their “project” dudes are shaping their lives up pretty nicely now which is leaving my friends wondering: Now what? How do I fit into your better, more stable world? Am I still essential, or are you going to forget about me soon? Sucks.

 

Soooooooo basically: I’m a strong, busy, and independent not-clingy woman who doesn’t give a flying flamingo whether or not the guy she likes texts her every single day. I mean DUH… that would be silly (and borderline crazy). Give me a BREAK. I’m not even worried about it bc I’m too busy wondering about rabbits and heating elements and thinking about bar chords and autumnal fruit picking options and making five fucking thousand cups of tea…

 

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stressin? nahhhhh… i’m a TOTAL cool girl (picks up two more boxes of chocolate melatonin)

 

Still here,

Aun Aqui

2 thoughts on “coffee and tea and bourbon

  1. Hi Jace Rose:) so nice to see you again. I wanted to say I would and have done what you did. If a guy isn’t interested, he won’t communicate, so you need to wait and see. I am hoping he is interested and just busy! Guys don’t like to be.chased. They want to do the chasing. I hope he has texted by now. You are very strong and I am proud of You! I love you.

    Terry

  2. I’ve been that project dude that shaped his life around. People can change quite drastically, it does wonders, but it also means that you are saying good-bye to your old dysfunctional-self. Then you realize that you weren’t the same person you were when you met them, and you aren’t a project for them anymore. You no longer need them, and are unsure how to love in context of being whole. A desire manifests to start off again, whole and anew with someone else or perhaps try to hash it out with a new well of conflict that you communicate with your lover, (whoever said relationships are easy are douches). Projects are a form of projecting (see what I did there?), and although you say you don’t care, you do. You really do. Because you know that your role of feeling needed/wanted is no longer there. It’s very rare to meet someone that needs you because they see you for who are and love you for it. I hope you find whatever it is you are looking for. Cheers, – Mark.

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