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 Holly Winter Living The Life Of Holly July 9, 2003 I called Ralph. “It happened again.” “What happened?” He was half listening. “Darlin-man sent me another good-bye e-mail. He’s moved on.” “WHAT?” He sighed. “I’m sorry.” “I can’t believe it. Twice. He did it twice.” “What did it say?” “He’s met someone else. He’s already started dating her. He wants to see me too.” “I TOLD YOU.” “I know. I know. I know.” “Ok. This is it. You’re never seeing him again.” He said. “I know.” Yes. I was letting him go this time. He had already started dating her. Ouch. And he had met her when he was on call. Ouch Ouch. He had made such a big deal about not even meeting me for lunch when he was on call. We had tried one on-call date, and after that he wouldn’t even phone me when he was on call. He said that he was too busy working. “You’re going to make me mad, I know it.” My best friend said. “Me? Make YOU mad? I’ve had a tough couple of weeks. How could I make YOU mad?” “Did you already write your famous long good- bye e-mail?” “Yes.” How did he know? “Did you already send it?” “No. Not yet. You know what he said in his e- mail?” “What.” “He said that I wasn’t cut out to date a doctor. Can you believe that?” “I told you that he was dating other girls the whole time he was dating you. I told you that over and over again.” “I know.” “Did you have any clues?” “Yes. Oh. Yes.” “Ok. This is what you are going to do. Erase that e-mail you wrote.” “Don’t you want to hear it first?” “ERASE IT NOW.” “Ok.” “Send him one that says, ‘Thanks for everything. It’s been fun. If I see you around, I’ll be sure to say hello.” “I can’t say, ‘Ralph was right… you WERE dating other people?” “NO. Only say what I said to say. Do that, and then call me back.” What could be more annoying, that Darlin-man had struck out again, or that Ralph had been right about him? I sent the e-mail and called my buddy. I was glad that Ralph was near the phone and not working. “Now. I want you to go and collect all of his things and all of the things he gave you and throw them away. You aren’t saving them. You aren’t mailing them back. Put them in the dumpster, now.” “Ok.” I hesitated. Throw them away? “The flowers too. Throw them away. You’re done. And so am I.” He said. I knew he was right. I got a bag and collected everything. I walked outside. My neighbor came to watch. I threw the bag in a high arch. It landed right in the dumpster, dead center. “Hey. Holly. You got that one in the first time. Your aim is improving!” “Thanks.” I laughed. I walked back into my apartment. “Hey. Ralph. Did you hear that? Tony says my aim is improving.” “Ok. Now. You have exactly one hour to find another date. Since you aren’t going to be seeing Darlin-man tonight, you get to have a date with someone else.” “Nope. I don’t feel like it.” I said. “I need to get my head on straight.” “You have one hour, or I won’t be your friend anymore. It isn’t fair what you do to me, dragging me though these awful relationships.” I let out a long sigh. “Who will you call?” “I don’t know. Let me think about it.” “And you can’t call Paul. No more doctors. I can’t handle it. Call someone else.” “I’ll think about it and call you back later.” I said. “No. Do it now and I’ll take you out for lunch. How about that margarita man? Call him.” “Oh. You mean the guy I met at Bija’s book signing? I didn’t keep his number. I only have his e-mail address. Darlin-man and I got back together the day of our big first date, so we never actually went out.” “E-mail him right now. Tell him you’re available tonight.” I sent an obscure e-mail about a conversation we had had at the book signing. He responded in five minutes. We made plans for that evening. “Ok.” I reported back to my best friend. “He’s picking me up at eight.” “Who is?” “Margarita man.” “You’re kidding.” He said. “You already have a date for tonight? In five minutes?” “Yes.” “I want to be a girl.” Ralph whimpered. “I really want to be a girl.” “Um. I’m not sure. But I think that it might be too late for you.” I said. “But if you want, we can discuss it over lunch.” ------------ About the author: Holly Winter is a teacher and a writer and a flight attendant living in Denver, Colorado, USA. She can be reached at her website or email: Holly@livingthelifeofholly.com Comment on this column in the forum. Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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