The Soap Opera That Is My Life Part 3:
I tried to explain to Chris what was happening.
"Chris...it's not what you think..." I stammered out. What was it then?
"Jerry's a friend of mine and he's only in town for a bit, he's leaving soon, so I promised that I would go out with him before he left. I'm really sorry..." I don't know if I got anywhere with that.
"Whatever," Chris said. He was pissed off. He walked away. I felt like a real jerk. What was I thinking?
"Who was that?" Jerry asked.
"Uh, just a friend. I promised I would go out with him tonight, but since you are only in town for a bit I thought I'd go with you instead." I hoped he bought it.
"Is he the reason you didn't want to come here? Why didn't you just tell me?" Jerry asked.
"Well, I didn't think that you would think it a good reason, or like the idea."
"Well, if he's just a friend, than why should it matter?" I think he was figuring it out slowly.
"Uh, exactly. Sorry." I was trying to change the subject.
The rest of the night went off pretty well. It was a little awkward, but I think it went okay. No goodnight kiss at the end though. I felt too guilty.
The next day, I called Chris, but either he wasn't there, or he wasn't picking up his phone. I think that he was pissed off. So I left a couple of messages on his machine, telling him that I was really sorry, and that I really wanted to see him again. I hate talking to machines. Especially if I think that the person is listening right then.
After about a couple days, I gave up calling Chris. But, after the third day, guess who called me back? That's right, Chris.
He ended up forgiving me, and giving me another chance. We were to meet at the coffee shop that we first went to.
I got there around noon on Saturday, and found him immediately.
We had a coffee, and talked, a lot. We had such a great time. So we decided to go for a walk in the nearby park.
We walked over there, and sat down on one of the benches. We talked a little more, and then Chris leaned in to kiss me. It was amazing!
But, as all good things happen, bad is just around the corner.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, so I looked up. Jerry. Oh my God.
"Just a friend, huh? That's great." He looked so hurt. Nice going.
