Lost in Paradise

Today was the day I was going to hang out with a friend that I have always enjoyed being around because he is so experienced where I am lacking, and I always feel that I can learn something. He is someone that I wouldn’t have seen myself with a year ago, but now it’s a completely different story. I would even gather my courage to ask him out, if he wasn’t already in a relationship, a dysfunctional one at that. I know that hanging out with him will mean that we will hang out, go eat some dinner, then a movie, and then if there is time and the mood is right, a hookup.  That is the way I like it.

Usually it is really hard to even get in contact with him because he has what I like to call the “James Complex”. (It’s called that because in high school I had a friend that people would text me included and it would take him forever to reply back. When he made plans with people he would also come about an hour later than the original time established.) He normally works has a family to look after, a clingy with anger issues boyfriend, and his promiscuous ways that keep him busy all the time. So with all this going on if I want to hang out with him I have to make plans a while in advance. I sent him Sunday morning to make plans for Tuesday, since its $5.00 movies. I have really wanted to see the Hunger Games movie, now that I had finished the books and really wanted to get a visual for everything. He said that Tuesday would probably not work since he was going to go to Tracy to go visit the boyfriend. I was bummed but it was whatever for me, it was not the first time I had gotten the “Sorry I can’t…” text message and it was not going to be the last. Quickly after that he said that he could do Monday. I was reluctant to believe it, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

It’s Monday and I wake up at 9:30am. I let the dogs’  frolic in the backyard, and I begin to wash the dishes and then clean up some of the house. Around 1:50pm I send him a text message trying to either confirm or get a rejection about hanging out. He said “Ya, I get off of work around 3.” I went to go shower; I shaved, douched, I did my hair, I found some clothes, and then waited for his message he was out of work. He messaged me:

Where are you?

I’m in mi casa. Did you want me to meet you at the mall?

Ya. Where did you want to go? 

It turns out he thought I was at school and that I would just be able to meet him at the mall and from there do whatever we were going to do. We chatted on the phone and decided that we would just meet at the Sushi House Buffet. I was still home and I had to fill up the car with gas, so I had no idea how long I would take to get there.

When he asked: How long will you take?

I replied: 10-15 minutes

He rebutted: Why so long?

Right as I was getting to the parking lot of Sushi House Buffet, I get a call from him, I answer it and he says that he has to go. I can see him walking from the entrance of the restraint back to his red truck. I tell him, I can see you walking, why are you leaving. He tells me that he has to pick up his niece from school, because either his sister or his brother-in-law can go pick her up. He also rubbed salt into the wound by saying “If you had been here then I would have said no to them, but you were late, so I kind of had to.” I parked the car and I was just stunned. I was right there, 10 feet away from him as he got into his car, and he apologized.

I just felt like I had been dumped. It felt horrible. I hated the feeling. I went home the long way and just drove there as slow as I could. I got home and just laid in bed. This had been the first time for me driving someplace to hang out with a friend and this happens. It completely ruined the experience. I did end up salvaging the day though, when a friend texted me to watch a movie at his place and that he would come pick me up. 

We ended up watching The Rise of Planet of the Apes. It was quite enjoyable just laying in bed and watching movies. I came back home around 10pm and it hit me. I should not have been so bummed about the bad stuff that happened because, instead of being bummed all that time, I could have been doing my laundry and organizing crap on my phone. It was just a waste a time being bummed, and now I am paying the price. Its 2am and I have to be up at 8am  to pretend to go to school.

Today I thought would be a regular day in my regular life. I woke up today to late to go to my chemistry lecture class so I waited till 9:30 to get ready to head to Delta College, in order to return my chemistry book back, in case I forgot sometime later. I made some coffee, and drank it as I waited for my sister to get out of the shower so I could hop in.

I left before my sister to school. I found some parking and paid the four quarters to get a daily parking permit. After heading to the book store and returning my textbook, I heard a sound.

GURGLE, GURGLE, GURGLE.

It was my stomache. I guess my stomache and the carmel flavored coffee did not like eachother. I went to the restroom. Sitting on the toilet I realized I had forgotten my backpack at the bookstore. So I finished up and ran back to the book store. It was still there. I had no other business there so I went back to my car. I looked at my cellphone and it read 10:00am. I really didn’t want to go to work so I thought I would kill some time. I decided to go to Target, by campus. I was hoping to snag a couple more shirts and some jeans since they had then dirt cheap last time. (Unfortanetly I didn’t get anything beecause the shirts that were 5-6 dollars last time were now marked up to 20-25 dollars) as I walked towards the tv section I heard the all too familiar sound.

GURGLE, GURGLE, GURGLE.

I went towards the restroom, situated by the entrance of the store and the pet foods. I walked in and enterned the closest stall. It smelled of orange cleaner. Which I will admit was one of my favorite scents. I enjoyed the solitude I had in the stall, its one of lifes simple pleasures. As I was finishing up I heard the bathroom door open. I just sat there, and then I heard the steps coming towards the urinal next to the stall.

“Oh, no… why. Why!?” I thought. It always happenes why in the world do people always have to be close to you. Human nature? I looked down and could see his feet, they looked rugged, and he was wearing american eagle sandles. I decided it was best to take my leave. As I walkd out I saw the man standing in front of the urinal. He was tall, tanned, dirty blond hair. I’m sure if I could see his face he would have icy blue eyes, and a freckles and a radiant smile. He seemed the surfer type, even though we arwe atleast 100 miles from the ocean.

He was wearing a baby blue tanktop. He was holding the front of his shirt up a little, I’m guess he didn’t want to get it wet.You could make out the outline of his back muscles. You could see his defined arms. As my eyes were observing this specimen of a man, my eyes go lower, his cargo shorts around his ankles. His round mounds sticking out covered in blonde peach fuz. They we’re beautiful. It looked like all the asses you see on tumblr. The volume they had seemed unreal and yet there it was staring back at me in all its glory.

It didn’t seem like he had accidently dropped them because he was not trying to lift them back up. He just stop there still peeing. I quickly finished washing my hands and rushed out not even bothering to dry my hands. I was in amazement and a bit scared. What in the world had I just witnessed.

I sat there in my car, wondering.

What was he trying to accomplish?

Was he trying to solicitate me into messing around?

Did he even realize I was there?

Should I have snapped a picture of the ordeal?

Was he an exobitionist?

Will I see an xtube video of this sometime in the future?

All these questions rushed through my head. When all of a sudden I hear my phone go off, its my dad. I answer:

“Are you out of school yet?”

“Yeah I am, I’m on my way to work now, I just needed to head to Target to see if they had a sale on shirts” I replied with a dry throat.

I hung up and put the key in the ignition and drove out of the Target parking lot. As I drove north on Pacific heading towards work I thought about the unrealistic event that had just occured trying to sort of the reasons of why he did what he did. The only truth I know about the whole ordeal was that it was hot.

What I thought would be a regular day has now turned into a somewhat regular day.