I like working Sundays. It’s quiet and I can write my blog at the salon. I also get to do a little extra cleaning.
On my way in I stop at MacDonald’s and have a cheap tasty breakfast. I’m early, so when I’m finished eating I head over to Wawa on Broad street to pick up some snacks for later.
The salon closes at 4pm on Sundays so I don’t need to get a sandwich for later because I won’t be hungry until later. I always order the same stuff when I go there. But today I do something little different.
You’ll find out what that is in a little bit.
Later, I’m working at the salon and it is super dead. I’m typing away on my blog and the occasional client rolls in. Time is slipping by as I write. By the time it’s 2pm I’m wondering if sweet little Kita will come in at all. I shouldn’t be concerned because she loves to tan and hasn’t been in since Thursday.
The door opens and she appears. She looks amazing as always. A little black jacket over a turquoise sleeveless top. She’s wearing a tiny pair of black shorts that showcase her shapely slender tan legs. On her feet are a pair of little sandals. Her little toenails are painted white just like the nails on her hands.
She’s chatting with me hanging at the side of the counter and I’m in heaven. I can feel the butterflies when she’s around.
It’s a delightful feeling at my age.
She tells me she’s really tired today. She’s been studying so much because she has mid- terms coming up at the end of the week. I tell her I was editing my blog and it was the final chapter of the Annabelle series. (See: Annabelle – 2013 to 2014 – I Can’t Quit You Baby) I thought about her and her on again, off again (Hopefully for good) boyfriend JR.
I read her the following passage about how Annabelle treated me after our breakup:
“After that Annabelle simply “ghosted” me. For those of you reading this that don’t know what that means, it’s when someone in your life simply vanishes. They don’t call or text. It all suddenly stops. Nothing. Just gone. This went on for months. I wasn’t going to contact her.
She did this.
I needed to heal. Adults speak to one another and close the relationship. It’s wrong to put a person on a shelf like they are just some sort of toy, and then think you can take them down and play with them whenever you’re confused or lonely. It’s just shitty behavior. The person you’re doing that to is a human being with feelings. You’re a rotten person if you think that sort of behavior is okay.”
She’s amazed that Annabelle did to me exactly what JR did to her. I had explained this behavior to her the first time she spent an hour here and told me about this loser. But I forgot I had written the same scenario about Annabelle. Some people just suck and squander the good people in their lives because they have no moral compass in regard to right and wrong.
We don’t speak about or ex’s much more and I notice she hasn’t said anything about the guy that instant messengered her on Instagram. He was nice to her unlike shitty JR, but I just don’t feel like bring him up.
She’s here with me today. No other dudes allowed, even in word form.
“I’m about to have a banana. You want one?”
I go into the other room and reach into the bag from Wawa and produce two bananas. I never buy two bananas. But today I was pretty sure babygirl was coming in and I thought she’d like some fresh fruit. She’s a very healthy eater and fit girl.
My little plan worked!
She’s chatting with me and munching her banana and I’m just happy to be able to do something for her. She tells me she has to write a paper tonight that’s due tomorrow. She says she has to write six pages about a hotel and a cruise line. It’s for her Hospitality Management course.
We talk about that and I give her some ideas. She says she just feels so tired. I hope she’s not getting sick. She said her throat has been a little sore in the morning. But then it fades away. It could be just her dorm room. I’ll have to ask her if she has any roommates.
I think since she just moved up here from Florida she’s a little lonely. Many of the women around her are all in sororities and like to party. Kita doesn’t drink and isn’t in any activities at school. She tells me she is very focused on her studies and schoolwork. Typical Asian. I say good for her.
I mention to her that I sent her a calendar invite for our date tomorrow at the restaurant. She says she never got it as she checks her phone. I tell her it’s okay, because we’ve already discussed the details but I like to stay organized. (But in my heart I need her to accept the date on her calendar, That’s just me. That’s the written commitment I need from Kita.) She says she never got it as she looks into her emails in her phone. I read her the email address I have for her and she says it’s wrong. She corrects me and I go on the house compter and sign onto my google. I resend it to her with the correct address.
“Got it!. Do I just hit yes?”
She does and I check my email and tell her it’s locked in now because I just got a,”Kita accepted your invitation.”
This pleases me to know that our dinner date is locked down.
It looks like this is really happening. What started out as a fantasy about a pretty girl is now a full-fledged meeting at a nice restaurant where baby will be munching pan seared salmon like a champ with ME.
I even let her read another funny entry in the blog. It’s about all the stuff that annoys us the salon. Normally I would never let anyone read anything before it’s published. But Kita loves tanning and think she’ll get a kick out of the piece. (See: Sun Stories – Haley – 2016 to Present – Rules and Lists) Check it out. It’s hilarious!
Little does Kita know that I’ve already written five chapters about her and what’s happening today with her in the salon will be chapter six!
I send her into room two for her tanning session. That’s not the best bed in the house but she feels like it gets her darker. If that’s what she wants and it’s fine with me.
When she finishes, we talk a bit more. I give her a free bottle of water to pour into her water bottle that she carries around. She thanks me and says she’s off to the gym. I tell her to not workout to hard. I wish her good luck on her paper she has to write and to try not to stress about it. The best thing to do when you have to write something is not to talk about it or dawdle.
Just start writing.
“When do you work again?”
“Tuesday, three to eight.”
“Cool. I’ll come in Tuesday.”
We part ways and off she goes down the steps.
Of course a bunch of people came into tan in the last thirty minutes before closing. People really can’t manage their lives.
I’m glad I’m not like that.
I finally get the last person out of there around 4:30. I don’t mind. I’m just going to stop at the liquor store and pick up some wine and go home and chill.
Later, I’m walking home and I get a text. I figure it’s my daughter or Johnny R. of my buddy Church. But it’s none of the above.
“Charles help. I miss JR so much right now. (sad emoji) So tempted to text him but I shouldn’t right?”
I love this.
I love that when Kita has a matter of the heart she reaches out to me. That’s power. I need to guide my little kitten accordingly. Apparently Kita is without a female support system to help deal with this.
I literally set down my bags and stop to get right back to her. I need to head this off right now.
“No. You’re just really tired and that’s weakening your will power. Resist the urge. Go do something else to take your mind off him.”
“I’m trying. Just hard.”
“I know. But you will go through periods of this. It will pass. Be strong. Think of the way he was treating you and the words he said to you that were cruel and how he lied to you. Those aren’t the traits you want in a mate long-term. You’ve grown and matured. He has not.”
“Then why do I want him still? Like I wish he was still my boyfriend. I feel like I’ll never move on from him!! (Sad faced emoji)
“I know you will move on. I was the same with my ex. She was a selfish loser but I still missed her even though we were no longer right for each other. If you go back to him it’ll just be more of the same and worse because he’ll know he really has power over you. Don’t do it. You’ll hurt for a while but I promise you it gets better.”
And it ends there.
We’ve all gone through this feeling. It’s can be such a roller coaster of emotions after a breakup. I wish I could just magically take away her pain, but that would be wrong. We all must go through the sadness and pain of loss. It’s part of growing up and just living in this world.
I hope she comes in on Tuesday. And fingers crossed for Wednesday dinner with her.
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