Incoherent Scribblings

As you may have read in the previous entry, I had a job interview. I think it went pretty well and I am cautiously optimistic that it might be the one, but we will have to wait and see…

Anyway, as you may or may not imagine, The Interview was hard on The New Guy.

During the two weeks leading up to The Interview, The New Guy tried various tactics to convince me that even if I did get an offer I didn’t want take a job so far away from him. I was mostly silent when this strategy was employed, but I suppose I did rub a little bit of salt in his wounds when I informed him that after the interview I was going to visit my best friend for at least a week.

At first he was pouty (which was kind of cute… for about 2 days) but then he became rather clingy and to be honest I was looking so forward to leaving that I practically jumped in my car and raced down the road the day I left.

I actually didn’t plan on my leave of absence as being the “make or break” of our relationship, but it was. I took my cell phone with me for emergencies, but never expected the slew of voice mails he left me (about two a day) trying to make me feel guilty for leaving him “all alone” to qualify as enough of a crisis to warrant using my nationwide minutes… in fact, I began to wonder if I was being stalked.

On Monday morning the last straw came: I was in bed and the doorbell rang. I didn’t answer it, because, well, I was in bed! It rang again. Then I heard the door open (Remember we live in Small Town, Iowa. No one locks their doors) and my name being called. I nearly fell down the stairs when I saw The New Guy standing in the doorway. (OK, maybe I am using a little bit of dramatic flair, after all I did recognize his voice when he called my name.)

After forced pleasantries I told him that I would talk to him later that evening. And when he called at 6:00pm on the dot, I broke up with him. To be frank, I probably didn’t sound very nice when I told him we didn’t want the same things out of life and I didn’t want to see him anymore.

I wish I could have told him we could stay “friends,” but in my experience that never works. I haven’t heard from him in two days. I don’t want to hear from him again, but I suspect that I will… After all, a break-up couldn’t really be that easy, could it?