The morning after Awesome’s going away party I was lying in bed at about 8am trying to remember all the drinks I had consumed to best attack this hangover that was beginning to form when I got a text message from Awesome saying … I may have taken some liberties last night. Shocking, I thought, when I left last night you were making out on the dance floor. I texted back, then he texted, then I texted, and this went on until finally I just had to pick up the phone because my eyes couldn’t focus on my phone key pad.
He had been up since about 6:30 packing and now he was on his way to his parents place to drop stuff off. He didn’t really have much to say when I actually called, I think he just needed some distraction to help stay awake, and to keep him from freaking out too much about the packing, or the move. Once again we said goodbye and I decided another hour of sleep was in order before I could think about facing the day.
At 10am my head was still pounding by my need for water was greater than the need for sleep, and the dog’s need to pee trumped both my needs so I headed downstairs. I let the dog out and sipped on a pint of water. Within minutes Roomie was up and busting around the house. She managed to spill an entire jug of OJ and break 6 eggs, confirming that she was in about the same shape as I was.
I logged on to the computer and noticed that the ex-pat was online so I started grilling her about both her evening and her hang over. Both were fine but right now she was starving and wanted to talk about brunch not the evenings events. I was impressed that I could keep water down at that point but I figured I I would need to eat sometime and I like brunch so, why not. I was about to hop in the shower when I heard my cell phone beep from my bed. When I looked it was a message from Awesome saying my friend had accidently left all her cash at his place. He offered to give the money to his parents and they could give it to me, but I texted back and said I would be in the neighbourhood that afternoon, so I would come by his place and pick it up. Lord knows I didn’t need the awkward money exchange with his Mom at a later date.
After breakfast and some light window shopping I headed over to Awesome’s place to say, hi, pick up the cash and say goodbye for one FINAL time. I walked in and the place looked as I expected, almost everything was packed but the odds and ends we strewn all over the place making the place look like terribly messy. I offered to help, but was told there was no need, instead I should just have a beer. Why not, it could only help right? I sat for a bit drinking my beer and watching him flail about the apartment putting random things in boxes and Tupperware bins.
“Seriously, what can I do to help.” I finally said. “Um, I dunno, you don’t have to do anything.” “But I want to help, that is why I keep offering.” “Fine, If you really want to do something you could do up those dishes there” he said exasperated and had a swig of rev and then a slurp of Moccachino. And so it began, I washed the dishes and he continued to pack. Then I wiped the counters and he packed. Then we dusted the cupboard and emptied the fish tank and cleaned the bathroom and drank our drinks and talked about nothing for about three hours. We dropped of the last of his stuff at his folks and went back to his place to hang out and rest for a bit.
I noticed when we got back he seemed tense, so we talked about his stress and the flight and what was left to do. We laid down in his room for a bit and snuggled and chatted we might have made out for a while too. I knew I didn’t want to go, but at some point he was going to kick me out and do the last of his packing and, if he could say goodbye to the girl he has been casually seeing for a bit.
After about two hours of lounging in his room I finally said“You want me to go, so you can get everything done and freak out on your own don’t you?” as I laid my head on his chest. “Yeah, but I feel bad for asking you to leave because you have been helping all afternoon, but yeah, I really should get it done and then have a panic attack on my own.” “It’s fine I have to go to a party anyway. And you don’t have to drive me. I know there is more to do and the clock is ticking.” “Don’t be silly I would feel really bad if I didn’t drive you home. You helped me all afternoon. Come on let’s go.”
The drive home was pretty quiet and he tried to drop me off at the corner as he normally does but I wouldn’t allow it. It didn’t matter to me that he had to finish the last of his packing and cleaning he had to get out of the car and give me a hug and say goodbye. He looked at me like I was a bit crazy, but in he backed the car up, parked and came inside. Actually he ended up playing with the dog and chatting with Roomie and I for about 20 minutes. When it was finally time to go, he and roomie hugged and then she conveniently disappeared. I gave him and gave each other a peck goodbye and he was off. I didn’t sleep well that night, I was worried about him packing up and getting some sleep and flying to a faraway place, sort of like a big sister or mom would worry. In the morning he sent me a text from the airport telling me he was about to get on the plane.
Of all the men who have left me or I have left, I would have to say the saga of the Awesome goodbye, from the drinking to the packing to the text from the airport is how I hope everyone could have been, but up until then none ever have. Who would have imagined this little one night stand, two years later would fulfill my goodbye fantasies. Not me that’s for sure.
Goodbye Mr. Awesome, although I am sure you are not gone forever.
xo
The Single Girl
