Decisions, part 2

And that brings us all the way back to Jennifer. Yesterday while I was here stewing over a solution to the work thing the phone rang, and I was just not in the mood to answer it. The caller ID identified the caller as Jennifer, so instead of the private name/number horseshit I have an actual honest to god phone number belonging to the girl. She called twice more while I was here. I'll give her that much -- she is persistent.

I decided to go out for a while. I didn't know where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do, but I needed to be out. Before I left I hit the button that boomerangs calls off of the ID and called Jen, because otherwise goddess knows how many more times she was going to call here while I was gone. When she picked up I asked if this was her or her twin, just to set the snarky sort of tone I was aiming for. And to be honest, I wasn't in a great mood anyway. It's just been one of those weeks.

I said right upfront that I was going to Lebanon to write (which I did in fact end up doing) so that she'd know that a) I have plans, and b) I couldn't hang out on the phone for too long. I commented on my surprise over the decrypted number, and she eventually admitted that number was the one she'd been calling from all along, which means she was not holed up in some motel like she'd told me the last time. And I let her know that I'd pretty much suspected as much anyway. The number has the Newport prefix, which strengthens my longstanding theory that she is in town here somewhere, but apparently both Croydon and Grantham have that same prefix, so who knows? My money is still on Newport.

This conversation was something of a coming clean on her part ... at least, that's what she wants me to believe. It's possible that everything she says is now part of a new created story, so I'm sticking to my plan of only believing those things I can actually verify with my own eyes first. Everything else is taken with a large grain of salt. She said that I'm going to think she's a (censored)*, and that she's a little afraid to see me in person because I "might throw something at her". She's laying it on a little thick there. I'm not the violent sort, and it would take more than being annoying and lying to me to get me to the point of throwing things.

So then I said, "If what you're going to tell me is that the you I saw all those times was really you ... well, d'oy."

And she admitted that yes, that was her that I saw in and around Newport all of those times when I surprised her by busting her ass on it during our last conversation. I have yet to get the whole "true" story on what she's been doing all these months, but it's sure to be a doozy.

That was about the gist of it. She was going to call back last night, but never did, which is fine. But she did call today about five times. I was here for one of them, but not the others, and I haven't called her back. I'm not in the mood for it right now, and may not be tomorrow either. We'll see.

Instead I took a day trip outta here down to Mass, spent some money, got a little work done, and just enjoyed myself. Upon returning there were four (4) messages: two from Amy (although one of those was left over from yesterday) and two from Jen. That's the state of my social life right now: the only two people calling me are Bad and Worse. Bad--the one I can't have; Worse--the one I want to go away.

There has to be more than this.


*you know what word I mean there. I just try not to use it when I can avoid it. Really, it only applies to Sue, my ex-wife, and maybe Jude anyway. Jen isn't really at that level of malevolent bitchery ... yet.**

**maybe Jenny M, too.