5.05 - My Darling Girl
My Darling Girl. Maritza. She's my best friend, my confidant, partner-in-crime, and special advocate. I couldn't ask for a better friend and our infrequent in-person adventures are part of why that is.
She called me Tuesday afternoon. I was in trouble for not seeing her Monday night, but throbbing, infected nerve in my jaw kind of prevented it. I offered to buy her dinner to make up for it and she accepted. We're both easy to buy off when you get down to it. And by it, I mean food.
She came by around six and I hugged her tight for a moment, not having seen her since November - too long in my book, but our respective worlds keep us apart. In the car, she gave me a gift - a notepad holder. She knows I always carry one with me and with this, it won't get warped as my pads tend to per my irriation, which she knew. Plus it's green and psychedelic - she knows me that well!
We took off to see Justin at work, Staples. Putzing around there, we meshed back into the dynamic of our relationship as it differs from over-the-phone and email. After that, we went to dinner at El Rodeo where she knew some Spanish-speaking friends and I felt out of the loop. I did my best to divine some meaning from my limited vocabulary and got points for that. We met a friend of hers, Xiomara. Over dinner, we caught up, discussed the usual topics, and had a bloody hell of a time.
After dinner, we drove around looking for ice cream, eventually stopping at a Rita's outside Harrisburg. We headed back to Carlisle and she dropped me off around nine thirty. I was wiped. Partially from the emotional and mental roller coaster that is My Darling Girl. Partially from having been pumped full of drugs and having my nervous system go nuts over a root canal that afternoon. I took some antibiotics and painkillers then fell into a deep sleep which lasted twelve hours straight.
It doesn't take much time at all to remember what funny chemistry we have. The back and forth, playful banter, it's all diluted by the capricious cell phone performance, but in person there's that vibe. She's my dearest friend and someone I consider to be my "family" under my definition. Until I find someone to love and love me back, she's the person who holds the center square in my heart.
Today, Wednesday, was something of a letdown. My Dad did his moody son-of-a-bitch act and now we aren't talking. On the upside, I'm going to see Kelly tonight for ice cream, Karen's supposed to call and we might do a late movie or get a bite and catch up, and I'm calling My Darling Girl later. She called me shortly after my Dad and I had our shouting match and calmed me down right quick.
Now, I think I'll hop in the shower, put on something Arthur-esque and go out and see what the night brings. After all, and this bears repeating on a regular basis, that's why I come here.
She called me Tuesday afternoon. I was in trouble for not seeing her Monday night, but throbbing, infected nerve in my jaw kind of prevented it. I offered to buy her dinner to make up for it and she accepted. We're both easy to buy off when you get down to it. And by it, I mean food.
She came by around six and I hugged her tight for a moment, not having seen her since November - too long in my book, but our respective worlds keep us apart. In the car, she gave me a gift - a notepad holder. She knows I always carry one with me and with this, it won't get warped as my pads tend to per my irriation, which she knew. Plus it's green and psychedelic - she knows me that well!
We took off to see Justin at work, Staples. Putzing around there, we meshed back into the dynamic of our relationship as it differs from over-the-phone and email. After that, we went to dinner at El Rodeo where she knew some Spanish-speaking friends and I felt out of the loop. I did my best to divine some meaning from my limited vocabulary and got points for that. We met a friend of hers, Xiomara. Over dinner, we caught up, discussed the usual topics, and had a bloody hell of a time.
After dinner, we drove around looking for ice cream, eventually stopping at a Rita's outside Harrisburg. We headed back to Carlisle and she dropped me off around nine thirty. I was wiped. Partially from the emotional and mental roller coaster that is My Darling Girl. Partially from having been pumped full of drugs and having my nervous system go nuts over a root canal that afternoon. I took some antibiotics and painkillers then fell into a deep sleep which lasted twelve hours straight.
It doesn't take much time at all to remember what funny chemistry we have. The back and forth, playful banter, it's all diluted by the capricious cell phone performance, but in person there's that vibe. She's my dearest friend and someone I consider to be my "family" under my definition. Until I find someone to love and love me back, she's the person who holds the center square in my heart.
Today, Wednesday, was something of a letdown. My Dad did his moody son-of-a-bitch act and now we aren't talking. On the upside, I'm going to see Kelly tonight for ice cream, Karen's supposed to call and we might do a late movie or get a bite and catch up, and I'm calling My Darling Girl later. She called me shortly after my Dad and I had our shouting match and calmed me down right quick.
Now, I think I'll hop in the shower, put on something Arthur-esque and go out and see what the night brings. After all, and this bears repeating on a regular basis, that's why I come here.