Another Trent Encounter

Yesterday I arrived in New York. I came one day early so I could catch up with some of my friends that still live there. My friend Marion picked me up and after some shopping and pedicures we decided to go to a club. We were both at the bar having a drink and reminiscing about old times when out of the corner of my eye I notice Trent. This man is like my Mr. Big. I can’t get over him no matter how hard I try, I still get all fluttery in my stomach when I see him and even though I realize we are both toxic for each other I’m still always drawn to him like a moth to a flame. This game of breaking up and getting back together has gone on for about eight years now between us. We are like this never ending saga. Knowing this about myself I quickly look down, hoping he won’t see me. Marion says I’m being ridiculous, but I insist on a rather obvious attempt at hiding in plain sight. About an hour went by and after a few too many sips of vodka to calm my nerves this transformed into liquid courage in my veins. So I stopped the hiding, held my head high and thought to myself damnit, this time if he sees me I’m going to tell him where to go and that I’m over him. Sure enough he did spot me and walked over to talk to me. Of all the freaking bars in NY and the fact that this is my first trip here in about two years HE just had to be here. He came up looking better than ever, we started chatting and I was trying to play it cool. Now thus far anytime we just happened to have a chance encounter it ended up with A: a fight or B: a shag fest and subsequent semi relationship until we started back at A again. In my head I was thinking no matter what happens realize that you need to just be cool and aloof. And then he stroked my cheek and told me how he missed me. All of my liquid courage then turned to sorrow and a tear rolled down my cheek and I was like “Oh Trent I’ve missed you to” and it was like some movie scene which ended up with us at one of our more dangerous alternatives, option B. We ended up back at his apartment for a very steamy shagfest. It was even more pleasurable perhaps because it’s been awhile. Then lying in bed we talked for hours, which was something we didn’t usually do even back in the day. After he fell asleep I lay there thinking maybe this was it, maybe it was fate that we ran into each other again in this big city, maybe he’s finally ready to tell me he woke up and realized I was the one. Even though I don’t want to get married right now I would drop everything in a heartbeat to be this man’s wife. He just has some hold over me. I finally drifted off to sleep in his arm’s, only to be rudely awakened by the sound of his alarm clock. He got up abruptly to leave for work, gave me an “it was great to see you again, call me when your back in town again” and left. Lock the door when you leave, that was a nice shag luv, you’re like a comfy old sweatshirt I slip back into every now and then when I need it. After laying in bed feeling stupid and sorry for myself I got dressed, hailed a cab, rode to Marion’s, and began crying on her shoulder and apologizing profusely for abandoning her for my addiction. And Marion, being the good friend she is just nodded patiently, and after I gave my probably twentieth “I’ll never do that again” she just said, yes you will dear. Yes I will.