. . . My Catch-22
Falling asleep was hard. I had so much to think about but thinking of Cota P brought a smile to my face.
I kept rephrasing his jokes and picturing his facial expressions when he sings. Then my smile faded when I was forced to think about Sam now . . . What did he want to talk to me about? Why now? Now that I have met the most charming man that I have ever come across!
The moment I woke up the next morning, I immediately reached for my phone and was disappointed not to have found a text or at least a missed call from Cota P.
Going through the day was a drag. I was not in the mood for anything. I desperately kept looking at my phone hoping to receive anything (call or text) from Cota P.
I thought of calling him but I did not want to bother him. He is a very busy man after all.
I jumped at the beep of a text. (Sigh) It was Sam: “Picking you up at five, see you then.”
So like him, I fumed! He has always been so bossy. He is the “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you” type of guy.
I got home at around 4pm and went straight into the shower, humming along to some classic songs playing in the back of my head. I was in a pretty good mood. I could not figure out why but one thing I knew for sure was that Sam was not the reason.
I was so busy enjoying my good mood such that I lost track of time. Sam soon parked outside my house yet I was still not dressed.
I managed to finish right before Sam could start his dramatic ‘importance of time’ speech. I got in the car and we drove off. For about 20 minutes or so, there was silence.
“So where is this talk going to take place? And what is it about, if I may ask?” I asked very dryly, trying to break the silence.
Sam gave me one look before looking away again.
He cleared his throat a few times later and I thought he would open his mouth to answer my question but he still said nothing.
I felt irritated by his pathetic silence, which he was obviously doing on purpose!
The next thing I knew, he parked in front of his place, got out of the car and opened the door for me before ushering me into his house.
I was impressed to see that the house was very neat and the decoration of the living room had changed since I was last there.
Sam sat next to me and took my hands in his, looked deep into my eyes and said, “Monica, I know I have done you wrong but I’m sorry and I would like to start over, if you allow me, that is.”
I had actually never seen him like that. He sat there reminding me of all the good times that we had been through together. He talked of how he misses me and was now ready to be a better man for me.
When I remained silent, just staring at him in awe, fussing inside at what a bad timing it was for his comeback, he leaned forward to kiss me.
I could feel the smell of his cologne that brought back so many memories. As soon as his lips were about to touch mine, my phone rang; it was Cota P!
I jumped up in embarrassment, pulling away off Sam’s grip; I felt like a cheating girlfriend. “Hi you,” I responded . . .