Yesterday, I finally saw “lost love” again. He leaves the country again in a couple days.
If you recall, on our first reunion he made it clear we were just friends, and that he wanted to see me several times while he was here.
He then seemed to “disappear”… aka I heard nothing from him.
As time passed though, I thought I’d regret it if I didn’t make some kind of effort to at least see him again before he took off. So about a week ago, I called him and left a message that I wanted to see him again before he took off and to give me a jingle so we could plan something.
He never returned my call. (Can you say Asshat?)
However, we both showed up at our old bookclub (where I think I originally met him, it was either that or our writing group) meeting yesterday.
I literally only went out of hope that either him or another old friend who I haven’t seen in ages would be there. I didn’t read the book. (Mich has a habit of never reading the books, claims he hasn’t the time, but used to go just to hear what others thought and derail the conversations. If he wasn’t cute, and a friend of mine, I would have killed him for that.)
Anyway, Mich shows up late and the discussion is already underway. There’s four of us already sitting at the tables, and instead of sitting to make the tables even, he sits away from the discussion and right next to me.
He really didn’t bother with discussing the book or joining the conversation already underway.
Instead, him and I talked a little bit. He apologized for not calling me back, but mentioned that he thought he’d just see me at the book club. (So much for the wanting to see me again and again.)
And then things got….
“Oh how cute.” He exclaimed to me while his eyes stared out the window. “Isn’t that cute?”
I was actively scanning the scene outside the window to figure out what in the hell he was talking about..
He noticed and pointed at a little toddler of maybe 2-3 yrs old if the kid was lucky, in a little pink dress, hanging off her mother’s fingers.
And yes… he was seriously all about how cute it was. I however was looking at him like he’d lost his damn mind. I expect that kind of baby-crazy from girlfriends, but I have NEVER IN MY DAMN LIFE heard it from a guy… let alone a “guy friend”.
I shrugged it off.
“Don’t you think it was cute?”
What the hell? Is this some kind of test? Is he really this baby-crazy or is he testing me? If he’s really this baby-crazy is he testing me to see if I am as well? Is he testing our compatibility? Or is he just fucking bonkers on his own?
I smile sweetly, “Yes, she’s quite cute.”
“I love babies.”
I seriously have no idea what to do with that, so I join the conversation about the book.
About 10 minutes later, I hear him exclaim.
“Awww isn’t that just adorable?”
I look to see where he’s pointing, and he has to actually point it out to me again because I don’t automatically understand what he’s trying to show me.
It’s a couple with a very young baby. At this point, I’m about to write him off as insane.
I have never seen a guy this baby-crazy… EVER. He literally pointed out every damn baby that came by the window.
“Yes, its cute.”
“I just love babies.. Don’t you?”
Fuck. Now what the hell do I say?
I stumble around in my brain to pull out an answer. “I think I’d like my own better if I had them, but I generally like them better when they’re 2-3 years old or older. You know about the age where their parents are tired of them and willing to give them away for a few minutes of rest.”
He smiles, and it seems to be a suitable answer. We talk a bit more about hypothetical babies that neither of us has, and since I’m still a little scared about all of this.. I take my earliest chance to join the others discussing the book.
About an hour later, he stands up and says he has to go. The rest of the group decides to take this moment to leave, but I wanted to refill my tea so I waited. I figured he’d give me a goodbye hug and we’d just part ways. I’d then refill my tea and go home at my leisure.
I mention that I wanted a bit more tea before I took off, and he waits for me to refill it, and drink it.
He then walks me to my car. Once there, we hug goodbye. He insists that this time we must keep in touch through email (like we kept in touch at all while he was here? I hadn’t heard shit from him.) while he’s gone.. and that he hopes to see me next year.. if I’m still here.
I assured him that I probably would be, because I probably will.
It was just very strange. Very strange indeed.
Seriously… wtf is up with the babies?