Game On

I sent the e-mail out and then I stopped and debated whether or not I should call her, too. Remember, at the time I wasn't too sure whether or not she was pissed at me, and I wasn't sure what kind of reaction I'd get. All I really had to go on were the two times she and I made significant eye contact at work, when she seemed a little upset and maybe even near tears. It was that kind of look. Well, I had to do something. The e-mail was a good start, and even as good as I think it was, I didn't feel like it was enough. So I picked up the phone and dialed. I thought I'd get her machine and I was preparing the message I was going to leave when she answered.

She was friendly, which was a very good sign. We talked about everything. She was still driving home, so obviously hadn't read the e-mail. I ended up giving her the cliff notes version of it, starting with the "I really hate this" part. That was well received. It led to a whole conversation covering the last week's worth of ground, and who did what to whom, and why, and who said what about what, but the real point of it was that I missed her and wanted to talk to her, and she missed me and wanted to talk to me. Remove all the other people from the equation and she and I can fix our own shit fairly well, which is good to know.

We talked for a half hour on her cell, until she got home. Then she went inside and switched to the home phone, and we talked for another two-and-a-half hours. We talked more about that, about other stuff, and then she flipped through most of a Cosmo magazine while providing a running commentary. It was fun. I never made it to the bookstore, which is where I was headed after leaving a message, but I don't mind. It was great just to be talking to her again. I missed her.

Remember I talked about how she and Sue had a meeting? Well, what I didn't know, and was never told by Sue, is that Sue straight out told her to stay away from me while at work, and to give me space. What? Who the fuck authorized that? I was never told to stay away from her, not that I would have honored that request if I thought Jen wanted to talk to me. I sure the fuck did not tell Sue, or anyone else, that I wanted fucking space, and I sure the fuck don't need some misguided mother hen keeping some girl away from me. I told her I can handle my own business, and as you can see I got my shit together during Friday enough to fucking handle it.

So now it's Game On, motherfuckers. Come Monday I'm going right back to square one as far as the Jen and I thing goes. I'm going to talk to her. She's going to talk to me. Fuck everybody who doesn't like it. When people start interfering in my friendships, even if they're a little strained at the time, that's where I have to draw the goddam line. It's hard enough for me to maintain friendships as it is without other assholes getting in the way. Damn.

Oh, she called me today, too, just right out of the blue. We talked for another hour or so. I should have asked if she wanted to hang out tomorrow.