When I met Julie, she was dating Astin, but as soon as they split, she contacted me and we began dating. I was weary from the start of being a rebound boyfriend, but she was pretty assuring that that wasn’t the case. I was also concerned that she would go back to him. It seemed too easy after all the struggling to find a relationship to have one just land in my lap that way and I was looking that gift-horse as far down the throat as I could managed.
Part of my concern was their breakup sounded pretty spur-of-the-moment. It wasn’t the product of a long conversation or a long break, but rather of Astin losing his temper and saying “We’re through!” Julie was pretty adamant that she was perfectly fine with his proclamation, but I wasn’t so sure about that. I became particularly uneasy when Astin returned to the picture and was asking around about this new guy she had been dating (ie me) and whether she might be interested in getting back together with him. She said that she wasn’t, but… well… one can never be sure what one will say until one is put in that position.
I was talking to her on the phone when Astin finally got around to calling her. She said that she needed to talk to him. I told her to give me a call whenever they were done and we could finish the conversation that we were having. I didn’t honestly care about the conversation that we were having, I just wanted to make sure that I was still on solid ground. So I got off the line and tried to occupy myself until she could call back.
And I waited. And waited. And waited. Four hours later I hadn’t heard back from her yet. By this point I had abandoned the facade of doing anything else and was pretty much staring at the phone. I didn’t want to come across as being nearly as insecure as I was, so I didn’t call her back. I even did something unprecedented and opened up to Mom about it when she asked what was wrong. When I explained the four hour conversation with her ex, she comforted me by telling me that I would surely find someone else and get over her in no time. Till hour five came and I broke down and called her.
She and Astin had talked for all of fifteen minutes, during which he asked to meet her over lunch and she declined.
The five hours since had been spent playing solitaire on her computer because she was bored.
She had simply forgotten to call me back.
I was pretty much too elated to be upset at all the needless worry.