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The word 'wow' doesn't even do justice. I just had the most surprising conversation with the most unsuspected person. In other words: Brian just called me for the first time in about a week.
I had sent him e-mails all week, made a few calls and left messages to ask what had happened, but for some odd reason, I received no response. I figured, as usual, it was one more guy who discarded me because I wouldn't put out. [Lately it's been somewhat of a trend, a good trend. If I become involved with a male I'm highly interested in, I don't give in so easily physically because I want to test him, to see if he would stay around. It's really helped sift out the bad seeds.] So there was still no word and I had just put it in the back of my mind to forget it. Such are the ways of abolishing a male from memory.
But today. It was about 10 til 4. I noticed I had just missed a call. I checked who had called and sure enough, "Brian Vose" was the name I saw. I called him back and left a message, still somewhat confused on why he was called. After all, I thought it was over. Whe I hung up from that, I saw I had a voice message, which I checked. His voice didn't sound any different; he still said my name with a playful jest and had that sing-song tone to his words. He honestly acted like nothing had happened. I hung up, and I do believe my mouth was open, and once more the phone rang.
Brian was calling again.
I didnt know if I should be angry or happy, upset, confused, overjoyed, anything. I just spoke.
He moved to Austin. The guy lives in TEXAS now. He got a job as a teacher at a private music school and took it as soon as it was offered. There was no hostility, in fact there was nothing at all. He spoke to me like we had never stopped talking. He seemed to happy to be there, for now he could accomplish his goal as a musician in a big city: just what he had always wanted in life.
I'm happy for him, you know. I hate to admit that, because I'm going to miss him so incredibly much, but I am so happy that he's getting everything he wants now. He was always so nice to everyone and the guy didn't have one mean bone in his body. He deserves the good job, good apartment, and ideal location.
And he wants me to come visit.
After we hung up, I kind of sat there for a bit, really thinking it over. Something was not answered in my mind, so I called him back and asked straight forward:
"Was it something I did?"
He laughed and told me of course it was nothing I did; he had been planning on moving as soon as he found a new job and had simply had no time to talk to anyone in the past few days. He went on to tell me how great I had been to him and how he couldn't forget me if he tried. He wants to keep in touch and wants to know about my life, wants to still be a part of it. He said I was a great girl and that he had fun every time we were together. I feel so much better after hearing what he told me during that call. Right before I ended it, I asked him, "So will I ever get to see you again?"
And his answer: "Of course you will, and I'll be sure of it."
As I said, I'm going to miss him more than words can even explain, but I'm so happy for him. It's a story that belongs on the pages of a book, and I can't wait to see what the next book brings. He's going far, and each and every one of you need to keep your ears open for him name.
That's the name I grew to love.
Tiffany
I had sent him e-mails all week, made a few calls and left messages to ask what had happened, but for some odd reason, I received no response. I figured, as usual, it was one more guy who discarded me because I wouldn't put out. [Lately it's been somewhat of a trend, a good trend. If I become involved with a male I'm highly interested in, I don't give in so easily physically because I want to test him, to see if he would stay around. It's really helped sift out the bad seeds.] So there was still no word and I had just put it in the back of my mind to forget it. Such are the ways of abolishing a male from memory.
But today. It was about 10 til 4. I noticed I had just missed a call. I checked who had called and sure enough, "Brian Vose" was the name I saw. I called him back and left a message, still somewhat confused on why he was called. After all, I thought it was over. Whe I hung up from that, I saw I had a voice message, which I checked. His voice didn't sound any different; he still said my name with a playful jest and had that sing-song tone to his words. He honestly acted like nothing had happened. I hung up, and I do believe my mouth was open, and once more the phone rang.
Brian was calling again.
I didnt know if I should be angry or happy, upset, confused, overjoyed, anything. I just spoke.
He moved to Austin. The guy lives in TEXAS now. He got a job as a teacher at a private music school and took it as soon as it was offered. There was no hostility, in fact there was nothing at all. He spoke to me like we had never stopped talking. He seemed to happy to be there, for now he could accomplish his goal as a musician in a big city: just what he had always wanted in life.
I'm happy for him, you know. I hate to admit that, because I'm going to miss him so incredibly much, but I am so happy that he's getting everything he wants now. He was always so nice to everyone and the guy didn't have one mean bone in his body. He deserves the good job, good apartment, and ideal location.
And he wants me to come visit.
After we hung up, I kind of sat there for a bit, really thinking it over. Something was not answered in my mind, so I called him back and asked straight forward:
"Was it something I did?"
He laughed and told me of course it was nothing I did; he had been planning on moving as soon as he found a new job and had simply had no time to talk to anyone in the past few days. He went on to tell me how great I had been to him and how he couldn't forget me if he tried. He wants to keep in touch and wants to know about my life, wants to still be a part of it. He said I was a great girl and that he had fun every time we were together. I feel so much better after hearing what he told me during that call. Right before I ended it, I asked him, "So will I ever get to see you again?"
And his answer: "Of course you will, and I'll be sure of it."
As I said, I'm going to miss him more than words can even explain, but I'm so happy for him. It's a story that belongs on the pages of a book, and I can't wait to see what the next book brings. He's going far, and each and every one of you need to keep your ears open for him name.
That's the name I grew to love.
Tiffany