i saw i had a voicemail on my cell today... from saturday night.
it was eric. and i got it 4 days later... effing sprint pcs
for those of you just joining me - eric is my ex (this will take you to days way before my blog ever was born)... one of them... but an important one to me. we dated back in 1996 - 1997 - most of which he was stuck working in japan, while i was working in nyc.
anyway, saturday, he called me on the cell from las vegas at 10:45pm when he was supposed to be at his friend's bachelor party... i hadn't heard from him in almost 2 months-ish. i really would have loved to chat with him.
he's one of "those" types of ex's... even though we've seen each other 2x in 5 years, we still yap on the phone and i still get a pang in my chest... he reads this site and will probably freak when he sees this. but he knows.
then today i was at work and my pc has yahoo messenger on start up... i rarely use it... all of a sudden, a guy that used to consult with pwc and was at methodfive IM's me...
he was a few years younger than me. i met him on halloween 1999 when i was dressed as potatoes... he was pretty shy, then again, so was i when it came to him. i mean we worked 10 feet from each other. he was cute. i felt odd trying to flirt... there was something there though... from october til april we would catch looks and throw looks... and then one day his project ended...
and he came up to me and said that he had to ask me to have a drink with him before he left or he would regret it.
that night was cool and slightly misty out in new york.
we walked around the city, finally talking after so many months of hiding behind blocked personalities...
he had the name of a joplin song that my mother used to sing me to sleep with when i was younger.
he took me up to the top of the empire state building at 10:30 that night... very few people were up there and i'd not been there for 20 years... it was foggy and cooler than it was below... and he wrapped his jacket around me because i was shaking, more likely from the idea of finally standing so near to him than the weather.
he had a room at the marriott in times square, but took me to "the view" - the bar/restaurant atop the marriott - and we drank champagne...
after looking at each other, talking, smiling til my cheeks were going to burst we took the bottle of leftover champagne and went to his room where we stayed cuddled up for hours... til daybreak... til i had to go home and he had to catch a flight to texas.
he's now in vancouver, bc on another consutant gig.
and i am glad i heard from him today, it brought back a great, yet bittersweet, memory.
