Page 29 of Up All Night
By the end of the third day, as I sat in my favorite restaurant reading my next installment in billionaire fuckathons and wishing I got some of that of my own again, I made the decision. An important decision that I’m sure you’ve been screaming at me to have by now.
If I didn’t hear from Hadrian by the next morning, I knew I was never going to hear from him again. I had sent him one last message, restating that it would be nice to see him but I was leaving in a few days. After that, I stopped checking. I still got hopeful whenever I picked up my phone for other reasons, but nope. Nothing. And I knew there would be nothing, because the asshole had ghosted me.
Why? Why do guys do that? Was Hadrian merely leading me on so I wouldn’t think he was an asshole until the time was right? Or had I scared him off by acting too needy on accident? A million scenarios ran through my head. He hadn’t actually liked me. He liked me too much but didn’t want to get too deep with a woman who was leaving – or because he was leaving. There was someone else. He had been lying about everything and didn’t want to face his lies. He was so busy he completely forgot about me. Honestly, that was the least hurtful one.
No. No, I had to stop those thoughts. So I told myself that if he didn’t get back to me by the next morning, he never was going to, and I had to move the fuck on!
Maybe find another date? Ugh. No. Not worth it. Besides, any man I went on a date with? I would compare him to Hadrian, for better or for worse, and I didn’t need that shit on my soul.
But even though I had accepted he wasn’t going to return my message, let alone in time for us to meet again before I had to leave, that didn’t mean my attitude was awesome.
Would’ve been one thing if I was only dealing with being ghosted. Being sick on top of that? Blech. But you know what was worse? You know what the one thing that made me really hate my life was?
If you guessedmy shitass neighbor,then you are correct! That fucker could still go to hell!
We were back to our regularly scheduled sex marathons next door. Every two hours those two were back to fucking. The bed smacked against the wall, knocking shit off my desk. I hated everything because nothing I did blocked them out and let me sleep. My lack of sleep kept me sick longer than I should have been. I spent so much time wanting to put a bullet of mercy in my brain that it should be no surprise that I swore vengeance upon them and every little sperm that man had ejaculated over the past two weeks.
It should come as no surprise, my friends, that I received a message from you-know-who when I was in the middle of a sleepless night thanks to the worst neighbors a girl could ask for.
“I’m very sorry. My phone break. I get new one. You in Japan?”
I couldn’t believe it.
I couldn’t fucking believe it! The bastard was back online! And daring to talk to me!
My gut instinct told me to believe him. After all, he had gotten back to me, hadn’t he? Maybe the thing about his phone was true. Maybe he really had broken his phone, and one of the first things he did was message me.
I wanted to believe it, okay?
Ladies, you know what I did. Come on. I don’t have to tell you that I didn’t immediately message him back. That would’ve been weird, right? So I waited as long as I could without fear of him going to bed. A whole twenty minutes. That’s right. I kept that fucker hanging on for a whole twenty minutes! HA! Can’t be tamed!
“Yes, I’m still in Japan. Sorry about your phone.”
Come on, Hadrian. Last time you made me ask you out. Could you askmeout this time? You know I’m game to fuck you. I wouldn’t still be talking to you if I had such a miserable time, and I think you and I both know that I had fun that first night we met.
“What you do tomorrow? Work?”
I did have plans to work on a novel the next day. However, I was willing to change any plans if it meant seeing Hadrian.
“No plans.”Yessssss, that would make him ask me out! Don’t complicate it, girl!
“We meet tomorrow?”
Spike it in the end-zone! Go out for celebratory drinks! Slam dunk that mother fucker! Pound my hands against the wall I shared with my shitty neighbor and scream,“It’s my turn, asshole!”
What I meant to write was,“Sure! What is good for you?”
He told me he had to do something in the afternoon and that dinner would be best. I agreed. I needed time to get whatever beauty rest I could and get ready for my big date with Hadrian, the comfortable-with-you edition.
What we didn’t agree on was where to go. He said he was fine with anything, or that we could go back to Oji. Me? I sat there, listening to my shitass neighbor nut-off in his girlfriend for the third time that night and typed,“Why don’t you come to my neighborhood? There is a nice restaurant here.”
“Okay. I come to you. Last time you came to me. It’s good.”
I think he meant to say that it was fair, but whatever. Point was? I was concocting the plan of the century, and I needed Hadrian and his awesome cock to do their parts, if you know what I mean.
“Yes!” my neighbor cried while his girlfriend remained as silent as a mouse yet again. “Nice!”
You keep thinking that, buddy. Because I was about toget even.
