3 months later...The phone rings

Nearly three months to the day, since I ditched the Date Night Guy (a.k.a Secret Guy) at my birthday party, I receive this phone message:

"Hi Downtown, it's Date Night Guy calling… I know I am a blast from the past. Listen, I was just calling you because I was thinking about how I left things and I wanted to apologize to you. Um, it wasn’t the nicest thing for me to do, just fall off the face of the earth. Um, so I just wanted to clear the air, or whatever. I don’t expect a call back, but if you want to call me back you are more than welcome to. That’s about it. I hope all is well with you. Take care. Bye."


Obviously, his perception of the night was quite different than mine. This is the guy I hung out with for four months and we got to second base (that’s ‘up the shirt’ for you non-baseball players) twice. FOUR MONTHS!!! There is something to be said for taking it slow – but this was absurd. I’d even begun doubting my sex appeal…

He was like relationship training wheels, a stepping stone to getting over my ex. Once I felt the desire to have a physical relationship with someone, I pegged him as Problem #1 to achieving that goal and shook him off, ending my sex-less existence with a vengance.

It seems I owe him a huge "Thanks." I'll return his call in three months.