The caller ID said 808-xxx-xxxx. I didn't recognize the number. But the area code was
“HI, Rich.” The woman's voice on the other end of the phone was a familiar one – and it left a knot in my stomach.
“Sarah.” She was back in
“Pretty good, how about you?”
“I’m great.” Why do we never answer that question truthfully, I guess it’s just a greeting. “It’s been a long time.”
“Yeah, sorry I haven’t been in touch.”
Sarah is the girl that left me at the altar – almost literally - about a year ago. We were engaged and right up until the wedding everything was going perfectly (I thought). Then she disappeared. I found out from some mutual friends that she got cold feet. I never heard from her again. I called, I e-mailed, I texted - no reply at all. As far as I knew, she could have been dead.
“I hope you’re not really mad at me.” She said, almost asking.
“No, no. I mean… well… its like… um…” damn it, my brain turned to oatmeal again. I couldn’t think of anything to say that wasn’t mean. I wanted to yell at her ‘You ripped my heart out and then stomped on it and walked away, of course I’m pissed at you.’ But it wouldn’t be her that I would be yelling at.
“Rich, I’m really sorry about how things worked out. And I wouldn’t blame you for being mad. But…” she paused gathering up her courage, “I’m going to be in
“No, I mean yes. I mean no,” I was stammering like Hugh Grant – but I don’t think the effect was as charming. I slowed down and took a breath. “No, I’m not too mad, and yes I’d like to see you.”
There was an awkward silence.
“Could you just tell me why?” The question just popped out. It wasn’t for her – it was for
“Yeah, I can, over dinner, next week, OK?”
We made arrangements to meet for dinner on Thursday night.
Hungry, for the first time in what seemed like years, I walked over to the fridge to look for something to eat.
5 comments:
No matter what she says to you, she is an angel. A few answers about a few things might make a world of difference for you right about now. "GO TEAM RICH!".
An angel? The runaway bride? Hmmm, I'll have to reserve judgment on that one 'till I see her again.
Maybe I'll get "closure" - whatever that means.
I want to see her, yet there's a part of me that wants to run screaming away from her.
I didn't mean angel in that she is suddenly promoted to wearing a halo and flying around in a flowing white gown with wings. Not even close! I meant that she might have answers to questions and no matter what she did, if she can show up after all of it, well, maybe she does have a lopsided halo...and maybe she can help you. But, then again, I can totally see the running and screaming thing, too but maybe save that til the end?
Yeah, that sure does take balls - or in this case earns her a crooked halo.
She's a sweetheart.
It is Thursday night. Please try to tell us about how things went...SOON!
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