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Sometimes I people watch. Sometimes people say things within my hearing range. Sometimes the conversation needs to be shared. This is one of those times.
Okay so I’m sitting in restaurant, on a study date with me, myself and I, reading Stats, eating quesadillas, and sipping strawberry lemonade. The table on the other side of the railing from me is a couple. We’re really close to each other and I can hear them even though they’re whispering. She wants him to shut up because I’m sitting right here. He doesn’t care, “she’s studying, she’s not worried about us”, he says. Yes. But I can hear you.
Anyhoo, it’s apparent from the conversation that they used to date – or something like that. She has a new man. He keeps asking her if she misses him. She’s resisting giving in. I am typing this as I listen, so of course, I have totally put the Stats text aside.
Then he drops the bomb. “If you didn’t miss me, if you didn’t want me, you wouldn’t be sitting here with me. If you were MY woman, there’s no way you’d be out with another man, especially a man that you used to be with it. Because you’d be happy with me, guh. And I wouldn’t be okay with you going out with no other dude either”.
The conversation goes on. He says, “I wish me & u coulda worked”. He’s trying to give her 50-leven reasons why she should leave the man she’s not happy with to be with him again. The expression on her face says she’s obviously thinking about it. This has officially become Season of the Exes.
I think she’s giving in. Lawd jeevus save the chirren. He’s on the ‘you know I’m the only one know u like that; makes you feel like that’. Obviously he’s made her cry before… or key a car even. It’s evident that he’s grown since they were last together. She’s surprised he now has a debit card/bank account. She asked him out, she’s reaching for the check. She’s going to movies with her friends after, but he’s begging to go with her, too. Not begging for real though, you know, that playa shit to try and make a chick give in.
They leave the restaurant before me, maybe by half an hour. I get outside to go to my car and they’re still there. She’s sitting behind her steering wheel and he’s at the door, bent down talking to her. But wouldn’t you know… they’re parked right next to me. That was the universe telling me to share. And I’m really sharing because I’ve been on both sides of that conversation. Listening to them brought back memories. Fun times when I was in the guy’s shoes. When I drove off they were still there. I’m really hoping she didn’t give in. But if she did, I’m hoping he at least tried to make a change for the better. Cynic me says, “who the heck is he kidding?!”
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