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February 27, 2000 |
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[Ring… Ring…]
Yawn! What time is it? I stirred and checked the time. It is
past 2pm on Sunday. I got home from work past 9am, which gives me about
five hours of sleep. It's plenty. Although I don't normally screen my
phone calls, I didn't get the phone in time and the answering machine
started to record the message. I laid quietly in bed while I listened
intently to the message. It's Pam. I reached for
my cordless phone in the bedroom and answered. I said, "Hi".
We chatted on the phone for a while. I told her that I went back to work
after leaving her place last night and stayed until 9am. She felt a bit
apologetic, but I assured her that it was okay. I can certainly think of
worse ways to wake up… Being gnawed at the ankle by Magic would certainly qualify.
Note: Now, I have been known to be able to talk on the phone for hours. Literally. I suppose I'm just that kind of person. I like listening to people and talking to people. You can call it a gift or a sickness… Whatever. I don't care. It's not like I keep people on the phone, since I have short conversations with some people. I think the longest I've been on the phone is eight hours.I continued talking to Pam. The subject of our conversation turned to our date last night, which was quite wonderful, and naturally I told her. We talked about when we would be meeting again and what I would like to do to her… err… I mean what we would like to do. She has a trip planned for the coming weekend so I may have to wait for a while.
Our conversation then turned considerably more… steamy. We then did… uhmm other delightful things while we talked.
Shortly after, I tell her that I need to do my workout and have a number of other things to do today, one of which is to call my friend Lisa back from our phone call from Friday. Naturally, there's also Sunday Dinner with Len™. Oh, incidentally, I depleted the battery on my cordless phone during our conversation and had to get my other cordless phone to continue talking. Didn't I say that I could talk for a while?
I called Lisa. Our conversation picked up pretty much where it left off on Friday. Naturally, I called her at home, where she was able to talk more freely. Now, I don't want you to think Lisa and I are into espionage or anything. [I admit nothing!] There are just some things that everyone at work doesn't need to know.
Well, I described my phone call with Pam in pretty explicit detail to her. Lisa seemed quite interested (amused?). What was that word she used? Afterglow. Yeah, that was it. It was quite the experience. My first time as a matter of fact.
Lisa and I were able to talk for a while. We chatted about the nature of our relationships, our families, and our jobs and whatever else friends talk about. She welcomed the chance to talk to someone about some of the things she's going through. I just hoped that I was able to help.
It's funny the way we don't really expect people to change. We seem to have this snapshot of the friends we remember and somehow, we expect them to stay the same. It's even tougher when these friends are further away. They grow despite us. Lisa has grown inmensely; I see an image of the young woman I knew years ago, and in some ways a stranger that I welcome getting to know again.
There was a time when we spent considerable time together. Don't get me wrong, we were never an item, but we used to hang out all the time. I suppose we needed some of the companionship. We could spend hours talking about almost anything.
Towards the end of her stay here, I turned my back on our friendship. I'm not proud of it; it was just the only way I knew how to deal with some other problems I was facing at the time. After many years, we finally got to talk about it. Thankfully, we were past much of the, for lack of a better word, static that would've clouded our judgment. I think we were both able to get some closure.
Thanks, Lisa!
Oh, incidentally, I managed to drain the battery on my other cordless phone and wound up talking to her on my corded phone. What else? I skipped my workout. I hadn't skipped one in February yet; I'm entitled.
And naturally, Tada! There's always Sunday Dinner with Len™.
It was running pretty late and had to grab a before dinner. Keep in mind, that I still haven't left my place. Pam told me on the phone that it was beautiful day… and I had missed it. [Sigh] I showered and called Len, he said he would come pick me up when he finished the short story he was reading.
We are nothing if not consistent and didn't know where we would be going to dinner. It's a bit of a tradition now, with few exceptions of course. So I get in the car. "Where are we going?", I asked. Naturally, he has few suggestions. Well, Len seems to suffer from an avoidance conflict with seafood. He'd probably turn to dust if he were ever to eat sushi. In my typical sarcastic self, I suggest a number of seafood places. He was somewhat less than amused.
We ended up going to Best Wok. I had been there just this past Wednesday and he this past Thursday, but we went anyway. During dinner, I decide that I needed a new phone, one with a headset. Maybe I'll be talking to Pam more often. [Insert perverse smile here] I tell him about that phone incident. [Picture raised eyebrow] The electronic stores were closed, so I would have to pick up the phone some other day… maybe tomorrow.
February 27, 2000