Cherry was away on business for a week. We texted back and forth the entire week, his texts growing to be calls for help by the end. On Saturday, I got an "I can't take this anymore!" I asked why he was in a meeting on a Saturday and he texted back that it just never ends.
I feel bad. That's all he does. He works. Non-stop. I asked him if he ever sits down and does nothing for a while. He said that yeah, he sometimes sits on the couch and goofs around for a few minutes. Ah, minutes. Yes, that'll help decompress.
When he got back to NY, he asked if I was free on Monday. No, I was line dancing. I asked about Tuesday, and he said he might have to go upstate again on either Tuesday or Wednesday or Thursday and he wasn't sure which. After much debate, we decided on a tentative Tuesday.
Waiting was almost unbearable. I couldn't believe how much I actually wanted to see him. Tuesday came and went and somehow we'd pushed plans to Wednesday. When Wednesday arrived, he got home later than he'd been getting home of course, so he asked if I was still up to hang out or if I wanted to push it to Friday since he'd be going upstate on Thursday.
No. Uh-uh. I asked him point blank, Do you want to do something tonight? He answered, Yes. So I said, there is no way we are not seeing each other then, end of story. I offered to drive out to him so that he could settle in and shower and I could be on my way while he did so. He said he'd rather take the drive out to me than clean his house.
He has this idea that he needs to clean his house if I come over. I realize that he's got several home improvement projects going on and he hasn't been home all that much so it would be a mess. I point out that I don't even need to come inside. He won't go for it.
I don't think he's married. I think he's holding someone hostage in there. That's my new theory. He's CIA. That's why I can't go to his house.
The not seeing his house is getting very old, and I told him so. He was grating on my nerves and when he arrived he couldn't decide if he wanted to come upstairs or have me come down. Finally, I decided and said, I'll be right down, and hung up on him.
He was hungry, and I was a little too, so we drove to get food. The waiter smelled and the food was really greasy. We talked about how his neice was going to be in a play that he had to go to when he got home from upstate the next day and I told him he needed to buy her flowers. He said he would think about that (turns out, her mom bought her flowers and he was like, Somebody told me to do that, and I asked, Oh so I'm somebody? thanks). Then we talked about winning a million dollars, paying off mortgages, and him going to Haiti to help people.
I tried to pay the bill. He said that when we go to a nice restaurant and he gets like five drinks, I can pay. I agreed to it--it would even out all the times he's taken me out. He said he was kidding. I said I wasn't.
Then we came back here around 9:30. He said that he could stay for an hour tops. Since he gets awkward when people say nice things to him, I was like, I'm going to be sincere for a minute but I'll follow it up with an insulte to make ou feel better. He started laughing. So I said, You know when you were away, I missed hanging out with you. He took a deep breath and started to respond but I cut him off with, and you have a big head. That made him feel better. Then he left at 12:30. As usual.
So this is now where we stand. We're dating. I haven't seen his place. He goes away a lot because he's in the CIA and has hostages at his house. He pays for stuff. I would like to pay. I'm somebody. Yeah, this is definitely going somewhere.
EDDIE CONDON’S, 47 WEST THIRD STREET, TUESDAY NIGHT
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