The timing was off. My cell phone died.
Let me start from the beginning. A few years ago when I was being courted in earnest by a sugar daddy. Not only was he supremely wealthy, yet he loved using his money to manipulate. He decided in his odd little way – I think he harbored a secret desire to have a three some with both of us. Something I never even wanted to think about. I was having a hard enough time defraying his advances. So the sugar daddy took us both out, that’s how we meet and become lovers, The Old Flame and I.
We only exchanged numbers that night. He had just arrived to New York, I knew it was bad timing. He held himself back, even confessing that he liked me a lot yet didn't know where he was going.
We saw each other less and less. I started dating the Fabulous Fashion Designer. Then one day he calls me to do drinks. We get drunk and start walking under an underpass. He takes me, throws me on a post and kisses me madly. It was one of the hottest moments I've ever experienced. My blood boiled. What made it more scandalous; out of the corner of my eye. I saw the Fabulous Fashion Designer walking home from a club. Sigh. He never turned his head. I noticed the back of his flowing hair.
I told the Old Flame. “I like you a lot, yet I can't date two guys at the same time." it's just not in my make up.
We kept in touch by text message. I shortly break up with the Designer. He was being a jerk and our relationship had been on the rocks for a while. It was time.
I finally tell the Old Flame about the break up and we make plans to get together. That night my phone dies. I can't tell you how. I don't know why. Yet it was a week before I could fix it. When I finally got my phone working I received a flood of text messages without a number attached. My heart sank; he thought I'd stood him up. I just didn't know where he was. I didn't have the info or the ability to get in touch. I was sad for a week.
At that point I tried to get in touch with the Chasing Sugar Daddy to see if I could get the Old Flames number. He instead, accused me of stealing the cute boy for myself. Sigh. He wouldn't give me the number no matter how hard I tried. He hinted that he wanted to see me again, and would give me the number for a certain favor.
Since then I've considerably updated my technology. But the past can not be undone.
Two years have passed, I ran into him at Barracuda a week ago. I smiled broadly and happily. He's dating someone right now. The morning after we met I sent him a text message, just asking him if he wanted to do drinks. I don't want to break up the couple. Yet I can't help wondering what could have been and how he is. I want to see his smile again.
I call him four days after we’ve met at Barracuda, the number he gave me it’s a wrong number. I guess I sort of deserve it.
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