This is blog of a woman who didn't know what she wanted and so chased after dreams and men in search of the answers...drunken hilarity ensued. Then one day she met a man who was everything she wanted, but he wasn't so sure. Then she did the unthinkable; after they broke up she gave him this blog address and she let him into her mind as well as her heart. Unbelievably, even after sorting through the sordid archives of failed relationships, one night stands and her lusty (and embarassing) pursuit to secure the heart of a certain young line cook, John somehow managed to fall in love with her too. Melina and John were married a little over six months after they started dating, running away to Las Vegas to seal the deal. You can imagine what the over/under bet was to see if they'd even make it a year!! Over a year later and they are still going strong...this blog has become their story. Need to tell me something? Email me at Melinalovesjohnny at gmail dot com
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Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Crummy Phone Call
Apparently I did give Matty my phone number in one of my drunken stupors. I answer very scared thinking it's some crazy on the other line waiting to ruin my life, call me a whore, or ask me to fuck them. But nope, it's Matty. I answer, "Hello?"
"Hey, who is this?"
"It's Matt." (hmm apparently he doesn't refer to himself as Matty interesting...very interesting).
"Oh hey, what's up?"
" I need to get a hold of Cr's number."
"Oh ok, um yeah. Uh I have hold I mean let me me call you right back because it's on this phone and uh I don't know it." (I was possessed by the least articulate ghost known to man)
"Uh alright," he says uneasily, reading my creepy, nervous vibe. We never had the creepy nervous vibe before...but then again, I don't know if we've ever talked completely sober or if we really talk all that much before we get naked. (Perhaps this is something to work on...I'll jot a note to myself about that)
I hang up, I scroll for her number and then I call him back--playing it muchas cooler.
"Hey, here's her number"
"Uh thanks..."(pauses, waits for me to say something more)
Mumbling, "sure uh, no problem...(pauses, knowing he's waiting for me to say something, especially since I was a little wiggy the last time we saw each other because his ex girlfriend/my old friend (many, many years ago when they were in high school) was at the bar too and I didn't feel like dealing with anything.
(nervous pause extends)
He says,"So..."
I repeat like a retarded parrot,"Soo..."
Then I snap out of it, "Ima gonna let you a go." (obviously I have lost all sense of grammar, syntax, basically the whole shabang).
I detect a sense of sadness...but maybe it's just me and I'm sick of rejection.
"Bye," he says.
"Bye," I say and trudge to the kitchen to grab a pickle to soothe my mind.
posted by Melina at 9:45 PM