(How I Met Your Dad…Part 4)
For the next several weeks, I planned on ignoring his pages and not return any of his phone calls until I figured out what I was doing. I either needed to get out of my relationship with my current boyfriend or totally cut it off with him. I kept thinking that it would be easier to cut it off than break up. I didn’t want to hurt the one I was with but was I staying for the wrong reasons?
When he did call again, we spent an hour just talking and laughing on the phone. He was so easy to talk to and we seemed to have a lot in common. As he talked to me about his life with his ex-girlfriend, I found myself thinking about how much it would hurt to break with someone again and that I didn’t want to go through it…again but was that my one and only reason to stay? Before hanging up for the day, he asked me if I wanted to see a movie. “No, we shouldn’t. I need to stop seeing you until I figure out what I’m doing with boyfriend” was what I was thinking, but what came out was, “Yeah…that would be great.” What in the world was I doing?
I met him at a movie theater near Alki Beach, across the water from Seattle.
He had just moved out of the house he was sharing with ex-girlfriend and into an apartment. We were going to see Pulp Fiction, which just came out in theaters.
We started to watch the movie and as he was reaching over to hold my hand, my pager went off. I couldn’t see the number, so I excused myself to look at my pager outside of the theater, in the daylight. It was my current boyfriend. I returned the call. I don’t remember what I said but I do remember feeling like a total jerk. After I went back in, I kept trying to bring up the courage to say I had to go and that we should stop seeing each other but it just never came out of my mouth.
As he reached over to hold my hand, I wanted to pull away but I didn’t and when he held my hand…to quote a line from the movie Sleepless in Seattle, “It was like coming home… only to no home I’d ever known…” “It was like… magic.” I knew I was toast. Something inside of my was already in love with this man, I barely knew. It was a feeling I couldn’t escape from and I didn’t want to anymore. I was a mess! I needed to straighten out my life if I wanted to continue to see where this would go. What I didn’t know was it was about to get even messier…
(Kind of like Pulp Fiction, minus the blood and violence but with all the twists and irony.)