I delayed
for quite some time. I stared blankly at the screen for about half an hour, I’m
sure that isn’t unusual, I know people who do nothing but stare at screens- it
seems to be their life.
Strangely-
in the end- I didn’t even need to message her. She popped up before I typed
anything.
Mel: Do you think I’m a bad person?
Interesting-
I could definitely play this to my advantage.
Me: Terrible- what kind of a person has a skinny latte?
Nailed it.
Mel: Don’t joke; you know what I mean…
Okay- she
wants to be serious- I can totally do serious.
Me: I don’t recall ever calling you a terrible person
Melanie, why would you think that?
Mel: You may not have said it in so many words… but you
may as well have said so.
Is that
really how I came across?
Me: Well let me put your fears at rest- I don’t think you
are a terrible person, and I never have…
What word to
use? Stupid? Stupid is too harsh. Silly? Silly is too gentle. Idiotic? Idiotic
makes her sound like she believes Asia is a country. Goddamn- come on! You are
better than this!
Me: …Good at making bad decisions? Sure. Misguided?
Definitely… but never a bad person. I don’t believe you have it in you to be
bad.
Oh god, she
is taking a long time to reply… I thought I came across as ambiguous, was I too
harsh? Have I done it again? Repeating history was fucking stupid- and cliché
too. Oh- she’s replied.
Mel: Misguided… in my choice of men?
Me: Bingo.
Mel: What was wrong with Metro?
She cannot
be serious. I mean- seriously- she cannot be serious.
Me: You serious?
Seriously.
Mel: Seriously.
I become
aware that serious now doesn’t even sound like a word anymore. I guess an
explanation is in order.
Me: Did I not mention he was named after the underground?
Mel: No.
Me: I didn’t?
I didn’t?
Shit! No, I just thought about it.
Proud of
myself? Yeah- I’m proud of myself.
Mel: Haha, alright, aside from his name?
Me: Honestly… you don’t see the faults in him?
The many,
Many,
Many,
Many,
Many,
Many,
Many
Mel: ALRIGHT! I GET IT!
Maybe I
overdid it- just a tad.
Me: Fine- honestly- do you want me to list them?
Mel: If that is what it takes.
Me: Fine.
He dresses like a douchebag.
He looks like a douchebag.
He acts like a douchebag.
Mel: Are you sure you aren’t just envious of him?
Goddamn you
Melanie, you just set me up for this shit.
Me: Wow, Melanie- you got me- you caught me red handed. I
AM envious of him, I am so, so jealous. I just wish I could be as clever as
him, and as cool. I just wish I had his natural charm and wit.
Mel: I noticed you missed out looks.
Low blow
Melanie, low blow.
Me: Fine- he is a better physical specimen than me, he
has a better body and he is better looking- is that what you wanted to hear?
Mel: It is nice to know you have some humility.
Me: Humility? When have I ever given you the impression
that I am anything less the a humble soul?
What is she
even talking about? I’ve never been a cocky individual- not like her beloved
Metro.
Mel: I’ve seen what you do to people on Facebook, I’ve
seen how you bring them down, you think you are really clever knocking people
down a peg or two?
Wow, here I
am talking about how my actions online have no consequence in my day to day
life, and here we are- evidence to the contrary. I feel pretty shitty about
myself- but that’s okay, time to fight back.
Me: Have you seen the people I ‘knock down a peg or two’
do you really care about any of them? They deserve to be hung up to dry- get
it? Peg? Washing line?
Yeah- god,
I’m a complete twat. Did I really just write that? Fuck me!
Mel: Hilarious.
Me: Okay- look- do you want me to apologise for what I’ve
said to people?
Mel: No, I just always thought better of you.
Me: When did this become an attack on me, exactly?
Mel: Probably when you started attacking my boyfriend!
Me: First of all- I would never do that- have you seen
that guy? And second- I’m pretty sure you asked me to tell you what I disliked
about him.
Stephen!
Stop with all the smart-arse bullshit!
Me: Okay, I’m sorry.
Mel: It’s okay, I’m just having a bit of a crisis, and I
thought seeing you again might ground me or something… I don’t know.
Crisis?
Me: What do you mean?
Mel: I’m just having trouble figuring out what I’m doing
with my life you know? I’m not sure what I’m doing anymore.
Gotcha.
Me: The whole law degree thing?
Mel: Jesus Stephen, you wouldn’t believe the amount of
fucking work that goes into a law degree! I’ve never been so stressed in my
life…
Me: know I asked this before, but honestly now, why did
you change your career choice?
It’s a while
before she answers, and I find that I’m genuinely curious as to what she has to
say, and find myself even somewhat concerned about her future.
Mel: You know what people think of girls who do beauty
courses don’t you?
Me: I have a good idea.
Mel: I don’t want people to think that I’m some dumb bimbo
who doesn’t care about anything other than manicures and hair extensions.
I sigh
deeply.
Me: Melanie, I never saw you that way, I mean sure, you took a lot of care and pride in your looks, still do I imagine, but that does not mean you are that kind of person, you know what I saw? I saw a girl who
was following her dreams, not some idiot who has no other options, if you
wanted to do that, and it made you happy, why should you give a fuck about what
anyone else thinks?
Mel: Thank you, Stephen.
Those three
little words seem to mean so much. Why?
Me: You’re welcome, Melanie.
Me: BTW, I’m assuming you are actually good at hair and
beauty- because if you aren’t, well then, ignore everything I just said :P
Mel: Want me to come round and do your makeup some time?
Me: I don’t know- will it make me prettier than your
boyfriend?
Mel: Never. xD
We actually
have some back and forth going on, this is good right? But- I’m going to have
to bring the tone down- again.
Me: You know he is no good for you, don't you?
There is
some delay this time.
Mel: I don’t know, Stephen-
Me: All joking aside, apart from his name- and my Jesus
fucking Christ- it is a goddamn stupid name- I mean seriously- Metro? Were his parents’
tube dwellers?
I’m straying
from my point again aren’t I?
Me: Sorry.
Me: What I’m trying to say is, you’ve never had anyone
who has been even remotely on your level, emotionally or mentally. Metro is
just the same- yes he’s buff, and yes he is good looking, but all he really is…
is a sack of shit decorated with daisies.
Me: Ermm… I don’t really know why I chose that particular
image to demonstrate my point. I’ll be honest I don’t think a sack of shit is
made all that more appealing if decorated with daises. It just sounded good,
okay?
Me: Sorry. Again.
And now I
wait. I wonder why I still care so much, why I am going to such lengths to try
and sabotage this relationship of hers? Is it because I still have feelings for
her buried somewhere deep down, or is it simply because of my burning hatred of
Metro? Probably a bit of both- god- could I really still have feelings for this
girl? I thought I was over all this shit.
Mel: I don’t know Stephen- sometimes you have to take a
leap of faith.
Me: Well how many leaps of faith have you taken Melanie?
And how many times have you fallen flat on your backside?
Mel: I’m sorry, Stephen.
Me: Sorry for what?
Mel: For hurting you.
Oh God, no.
Me: It’s fine Melanie, it’s not your fault.
I need to
think of something to stop her on this path she is heading down. Quickly!
Quickly!
Me: Listen, It’s not my place to dictate your life, if
you want to see Metro that is entirely up to you, all I ask is that you listen
to what I say and take it on board, because- I still care about you.
Now I really should go.
Mel: Oh, okay, well thank you Stephen.
….
Mel: Speak to you again, soon?
Me: Definitely.
Mel: Okay, bye then x
Me: Goodbye, Melanie.
Fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Should I have put a kiss? goddamn, it's too late now! I don't even know anymore!
You let your
guard down Stephen, and it bit you in the ass, well done! It would seem that I
do- in fact- still have feelings for Melanie, even after all this time, and all
these years, and everything I have learnt, I still care. I think this probably
calls for another coffee meet. Maybe this time, she can leave her heavily muscled newspaper at
home…
End of Part 2
End of Part 2
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