Starting Anew
Breaking up with Dena that last time was like a grey cloud lifted. Unlike the last time, this breakup didn’t leave a bad taste in my mouth. Mostly because we broke up on my terms, it felt more amicable, and I felt like I got my freedom and happiness back.
At work there were a bunch of girls that showed interest in me and telling me that I was too good for her for a while now. And now, for the first time, the world was open.
There was a bit of a snag when Suzanne, (from the Worst Date Ever) started working in the Lingerie Dept. which was the dept. next to us. Her mother worked there and I guess got her a job. George, being involved in the history Suzanne and I had, found it all so amusing how much she would swoon over me. Every time I walked past, she would make a point to try and engage me in conversation and I just wanted to ignore her. Even when I tried racing by she would at least try and say hi to me. Shortly after it became known that I was ‘back on the market’ around work, Suzanne made one of those “Hi, Kerry” while batting her eyes at me. I gave my obligatory “Hi , Suzanne” as I went racing past when suddenly, the other girl in the department, whom recently transferred from somewhere on the first floor yelled out “Fine! Don’t say hi to me” in mocked outrage.
On my way back I went out of my way to go right back to her and say Hi in an ‘Over the top’ sort of way. It was meant to be humorous. Her name was Priscilla, and after a brief exchange, Suzanne took the opportunity to confront me.
“ You never stop to talk to me” she claimed, right accurately.
“I was always too busy” I lied. She told me she heard about my breakup. It was going around. I joked that the next time I agreed to go out with someone, they were going to have to pass a test.
Suzanne asked what was going to be on this test. I joked that they would have to name at least three Beatles songs.
Suzanne called out “Hey Jude… Ummm… Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog?” I rolled my eyes.
“You got one right. That second one isn’t even the name of that song.” Nice try. Thanks for playing, I thought. Priscilla came over and rattled off ten or so songs in a row.
“They’ll also have to name at least three of the four Beatles” I quipped.
Priscilla shot back with “John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Richard Starkey, also known as Ringo Starr.” Holy Crap. I was never going to not say hi to this girl in passing again, LOL.
Before the end of the night, I would go back to her department and chat with her again, much to Suzanne’s chagrin. It turned out that Priscilla learned a lot about the Beatles through a friend of hers named Jimmy. This same Jimmy worked with my brother at a gas station. He was indeed a huge Beatles fan and when my brother told Jimmy that I was a fan to, he asked me to read a book he wrote about them (I agreed to and it was terrible).
Anyway, Priscilla and I hit it off and I asked her on a date. Later that week we went to a movie and then to a local bar that my friends and I recently went to that served us underage drinkers. We talked about ourselves to get to know each other better, and all I remember was how it made Priscilla cry. There was a lot of crying. We are just good friends.