Missing Pieces Part 6
Ch-ch-ch-changes - 05/07/06
Dear Journal -
I decided to take a little break from the pressure-filled dating scene I've placed myself into, as I've had to re-arrange my priorities to accommodate someone very dear to me...
It was Saturday night, my first Saturday night that I was officially "out of the dating scene". I decided to curl up with a good book early on that night. After all, the quicker I went to bed, the less time I had to sit and stew over my social misfortunes. Shortly before settling in for the night, I tried once again to get an answer on Meadow's cell phone. I got no answer, so out of worry, I decided to call P.U.R.E. and, to my surprise, her boss (Jonathan - a really nice guy) answered and told me that Meadow had called in and wasn't coming in. I figured she was sick and that's why she wasn't answering.
Not long after settling in, I heard the familiar sound of her black patent stilletto heels on my back patio. I found her sitting in one of my lounge chairs, her mascara running down her cheeks (despite a failed attempt to wipe the residue away with a tissue).
She didn't need to say anything. I held the door as she walked in, got cleaned up, slipped into one of my extra nightgowns, and plopped on my bed next to me. We fell asleep without uttering a single word about what had happened. I had my own ideas.
The next morning, Meadow told me what had happened. Mike had let his jealousy take over. He had accused her of cheating on him with Jonathan (her boss), because Meadow had been accepting rides home from him. Nevermind the fact that Mike was too lazy to go pick Meadow up herself (he wanted her to walk from Downtown alone at 3:00 in the morning!!), he was convinced that they were doing more than just working and driving home together.
Now Meadow, as I'm pretty sure I've made obvious, has an attitude. While I'm surprised she's put up with this loser for this long, she doesn't let people throw false accusations her way without making some sort of snarky comment back. This time, her choice words were "That's got to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard. When are you going to get your head out of your !@# and stop accusing me of this?".
Mike smacked her. Hard.
Meadow confessed that this issue that Mike had with Jonathan Ternynck had been going on for a few months now. She said that he wasn't like that when they started dating, but I guess he got jealous after seeing Jonathan and Meadow smiling at each other after he dropped her off at home one night. The whole thing sounded beyond stupid to me. Mike works shifts that make it perfectly convenient for him to pick Meadow up after work, but he would rather sit at home and watch TV. One night Jonathan was heading home and he caught Meadow walking home by herself, and that started the whole carpooling thing.
Here I was, whining and moping about my lack of a meaningful relationship and the whole time Meadow was putting up with all this garbage. I felt about two inches tall. I don't know how Meadow managed to listen to me dribble on for so long without chucking one of her shoes at me and telling me to grow up.
So, the next day, Meadow and I snuck over to Mike's apartment while he was at work and piled all of her stuff into my car. Then, we took all of his pants, grabbed a pair of scissors, and cut the crotches out of all of his pants. It didn't take long to chop into a whopping 3 pairs of greased and torn up Simgler jeans. Then, we hung them on the railing on his front porch.
Then we went home and had quite the laugh about it.
So now Meadow occupies part of my so-called den. She seems to really enjoy having a TV, stereo, and a computer that she can actually USE again. It's been a lot of fun having her around.
She also hooked me up with a job interview at the local simpolice department's crime lab. They need someone to look at simsoil, etc. and analyze it from crime scenes. The whole thing sounds fabulous to me!
Things started going so well that I decided to try another date and forget all about the Dustin thing. This time with this guy, Adrian.
Can't you tell I'm really enjoying myself? The whole date wasn't even worth wasting a whole journal entry on.
Look at this guy! Did anyone seriously think that I would be able to just cast my fickleness aside and let this guy into my life?! This must have been a joke. I didn't know what to look at - his nose and lips were huge and...that HAIR. If anything was going to be an indicator for me to throw in the towel, it was this guy. As if his looks weren't bad enough, he ordered mac and cheese for both of us and proceeded to ponder whether or not it was mac and cheese or cheese and mac. This is all he talked about.
I swear, I'm not a snob!! I'm not arrogant!! I don't know why I let the most stupid little things ruin a date for me. It must be something my birth mom passed down to me. It's more of a hassle than anything else, and I'm getting tired of crying over these stupid dates that I ruin by myself.
But that's for a whole other journal entry.
About the "Dustin thing". I haven't forgotten, nor have I really figured out what I want to do about it. He called the morning Meadow moved in (luckily she was upstairs taking a shower at the time).
He called asking if I got the roses. I told him I had, then tried to end the conversation as quickly as possible. I was afraid he was going to want to talk about our date or, worse yet, ask me out.
As of writing this journal entry, I still haven't told Meadow about my date with Dustin. I try to convince myself that the reason is that I don't want to cause any more stress in her life, as she adjusts to living with me, but even I know that the real reason is that now she's got ALL of her pairs of shoes here, and I don't want to find out which pair she'll chuck at me first!
So, in the meantime, I'll just enjoy myself and think about the whole Dustin thing...later. Yeah. Later.