a baby story: part iv

Catch Up: part i, part ii, part iii

She started texting me. Admittedly she wasn’t getting much attention from me considering I had Ann, Den, Shy and Sak all floating around me. But she text me…

She asked me via text message if we could date. Who does that? I started laughing because this was so typical of her. I asked her what it meant to her to date someone. According to her, dating was the time you spent getting to know someone before you entered into a commited relationship. I was confused by how we would get to know someone that wasn’t local. How do people date when they don’t live in the same city? Is that even possible?

Anyway, I agreed, but I did tell her that I’d be dating other people. She responded back that she would be too. Huh? I must admit that she caught me off guard. I was so used to her being completely and totally focused on me that the thought of her dating someone else didn’t even compute. It was like some impossible algebraic equation.

So we dated through random text messages sent a few times a day. And I only mean a few text messages. Maybe 3 or 4 a day.

All of that changed on her birthday. I got a text message early that morning from her just simply wishing me a good morning. I didn’t answer, but I did feel obligated to call her. It would be our first phone conversation in many, many months. When I heard her voice, I realized that I had missed her. Hearing her voice, her laugh, her excitement- about any and everything- I realized what had been missing from my life.

I would love to tell you that with the first conversation, I focused all of my attention on her. Unfortunately, this is not a fairy tale. And I’m not some innocent princess.

At this point, I was no longer dealing with Ann. I was still in major like with Den. Sak and Shy were only voices I had heard over the phone…

Things started to change all of a sudden. Den and I hung out for the final time. My feelings were so hurt after this that I shifted all of the attention I had been giving her to the Baby. Den would call while I was on the phone with the Baby and I wouldn’t even click over. I couldn’t allow myself to continue to be hurt by one person like that.

Sak and I hung out at the park one Sunday. The next day she suggested that I come over. This suggestion was made late in the evening. So late in fact that I knew that her plans for me didn’t involve anything wholesome. I declined. She cut our conversation short saying she’d call me back. By the time she called me back, I was on the phone with the Baby and didn’t click over to acknowledge her call. I called her back the next day and I am still waiting on a phone call back from her. Since then, I ran into her at the park and we hung out together, but still no phone call. As you can see, I’m holding my breath.

And Shy…Part of the reason our one and only date didn’t work is because I was distracted. I had been on the phone with the Baby just before she got there. I was working things just like I knew I was supposed to. Straight out of the playa’s handbook. You have to call the main girl first before she calls you. That way she won’t call for the rest of the night. Well, this book didn’t factor in a girl like the Baby who expected you to be on the phone with them all night.

I talked to her while I finished getting ready. I told her I was going to the movies. I didn’t tell her her who with and luckily she didn’t ask. She got off the phone with me, saying she’d call me back in a few minutes. A few minutes turned into twenty and before I knew it, Shy was pulling up in my driveway. The minute she stepped through my front door, my phone started ringing. It was the Baby calling. I silenced my phone and sent her to voicemail, but I knew her well enough to know that she’d be calling back until she got me.

I had to think of something and unfortunately all I could think to do was to lie. I let her call a few more times. We had left to walk around the mall a little bit before the movie and I sent her a text. In this text I pretended to be PS and told the Baby that PS had my phone and I had already left for the movies. Approximately 4 and a half hours later (you know how long Spike’s movies are), I get a text from the Baby saying she really needed to talk to me. At this point, I was ready for this night to be over.

I found myself being concerned about the Baby. I was worried that she didn’t believe my lie. I was worried that something had happened to her. I was just plain worried.

please await the finale!