Everything In Time

photo via Wolfcub

He ordered me a bowl of potato soup and for himself a large salad. He explained to me how he was only getting a salad because it gave him energy during sex, which was weird because we never even had sex the entire time we spent together. His strong will was a complete devastation for me since the last time I had sex was about 5 months ago for my friends 25^th birthday. Talk about thoughtful birthday gifts.

As we ate our lunch I didn't really say much. He went on about his coworkers and asked me in a fatherly tone how I was going to do better in school next quarter. Most of the conversation was as if he was having an open dialogue with himself, until he declared it was time for a “grownup conversation”. He always found a way to bring up that he was 28 years old and I was still just a teenager.

He asked me if I thought it was a good idea for him to get back with his ex that he had cheated on some time ago. He explained how she now wanted him back but how he was scared that her only intentions were to destroy him just like he had done to her. I wanted so badly to tell him “Why waste your time with that dumb bitch when you could be with me?” but instead I confidently told him to take a risk and that if he really loved her it would be worth it.

The entire time I sat there slowly eating hot spoonfuls of potato soup I thought about all of the time we had spent together. I thought about our first date at this tiny little Italian restaurant, our first kiss on my couch as we watched The House Bunny, and the first time I had even laid eyes on him. So many things about him reminded me of myself. Every word that came out of his mouth was so movie-like, almost like it was pre-written. His perfection drove me crazy.

As John Mayer played softly in the background he asked me what was wrong. Of course I simply said “nothing”, but he knew I wasn't being my normal self.  He kept asking me what was wrong and I finally broke down and said, “I expect too much from people”. He asked me who I was referring to and all I could do was look at how beautiful he looked as he sat there confused in his black Burberry suit. He starred at me for a couple of seconds and pointed at himself and said “me?”  I nodded my head and tried my best to hold back the tears.

My voice started quivering and I just couldn't go any farther to explain my thoughts. I didn't want to cry in front of him so I pulled myself together and told him to listen to Everything In Time by No Doubt, telling him that it would explain everything. I gave him a hug goodbye and we parted ways.

I spent my night dancing to Carley Rae Jepsen and Grimes at some rich kids apartment who literally lives right next to Prada. As I threw up the red wine/champagne/adderall mixture into the rich kids sink, I saw the chunks of potato soup still remained. What a wonderful way to spend the last day of 2012.