Reality is Relative III

Sudoku Sunday

Damn Tylenol PM! Not working as well as it used to dammit. I'm up an hour before BDI. I take the responsibility of feeding Ebb & Flo, and resume my spot on the couch with the blanket and May's edition of The Sun. In walks this adorable boy complete with dishelveled hair and worn boxers.

Just sitting here reading?
Yup.
Want some coffee
[I nod a couple times quirkily ]
What do you want to do today? Lay out...go to the mountains...see more of Scottsdale?
[whining] I don't want to make decisions
Ok...just sit...read...relax...I'll bring you your coffee.
[I smile]

He joins me on the couch after his desperate search on iTunes for that "try 'n' catch me ridin' dirty" song. He reads the Arizona Republic and clips coupons. I love how super rich people do things like clip coupons. My dad would approve of this behavior. I can't stop staring at his legs. They remind me so much of Dad. He and dad have so many physical characteristics. Red hair...pale freckly skin...and that sincere yet smirky smile.

Stop it Susan...Just Stop. I keep repeating this over & over in my head. Stop it! You don't like him...You DO NOT like him.

BDI tears a Sudoku puzzle out of the paper for me. I try to finish is, but all I had was a pen and I screwed it up.

Hey, you wanna have a Sudoku race?!?!
[giggling] Yeah! Ha! Let's do it.
I'm gonna beat you...I'm really good at Sudoku.

I grab my book...rip out a couple puzzles and the race ensues. I freak a little bc he completed one whole line in the time it took me to get one number. I call a time out to check his answers thus far to make sure he's doing it right. Damn it! It's perfect. I don't give up. HA HA! He gets stuck and I race ahead. I almost got my puzzle right...but so did he. I have less wrong answers than he does! So, I win. The winning puzzle is then hung on the fridge with "BDI is a loser" scribbled across the bottom.

I reluctantly pack my stuff and we head to lunch. In the car, we play this game where I have to guess the band that's playing on his iPod. He keeps saying things like, "you probably weren't even born when this song came out." I turn the tables and plug in myPod. Broadway. I sing "I'll Cover You" at the top of my lungs. So, he definitely thinks I a weirdo now.

Waiting for our lunch he makes me whip out the Sudoku book again! He's obsessed. We complete a couple puzzles instead of eat. You don't like him Susan. Surely, there's another geeky guy out there who would do Sudoku with you at lunch while people stare and laugh! You DO NOT like him. Rinse Lather Repeat. You DO NOT like him.

He drops me off at the airport...puts my bag on the curb for me and kisses me goodbye a couple times. I walk off...I turn my head to see him one last time...and he's still standing there watching me leave. I throw him a slightly embarrassed smile...he caught me looking back.

I sit in my chair at the terminal that's been changed twice now....put my sunglasses on and cry. I really didn't want to leave. I didn't want to come home. I didn't even care about the stupid cat. I just wanted to run back to Scottsdale and continue playing house. I enjoyed being spoiled...more than I thought I would. I loved sitting in his stupid car thinking...I look hot and he's adorable...I loved the flirting at George Carlin when he kept pushing my arm off the arm rest and kicking my leg. I loved discussing stuff that matters with his friends. I loved that I spent $31 the whole weekend and that was just parking my car at the airport! I loved sitting outside by the pool with my suglasses on and the heat warming my skin. I felt my spirit soften for a couple days. I wasn't peeved or upset of pensive. I just was. I could feel the sweetness in my soul radiating like it used to...before I became so cynical...and I didn't want to let it go.