Hearts Create Adventure

While a portion of this tale has already been related, it falls on me to fill in the male perspective and the blanks of my evening. Truly, the evening proved more adventurous for me than the afternoon.

As with Jazz Square, my morning began with a call from Gracie reminding me of the Saturday Sushi Tradition adopted about a month ago. Every Friday, Saturday and Sunday Shogun, a Japanese restaurant, has a $10 all-you-can eat sushi promotion. This serves as the only meal one may consume all day, more than justifying the slightly steep price. Gracie and I arrived first, promptly at noon when the promotion begins. Unfortunately, right on time was right too late. We had to barter with the waiter and two patrons to get the four seats we had. I felt bad for the ladies who had to stand but with the way Jazz Square and The Sheriff seemed to be dragging from the night before, I believe it kept them awake.

The feast (and it was a feast indeed) came and went as already recorded, as did the Starbucks visit (which also proved to have inadequate seating).

My personal adventure came that night at another friend's birthday party. For the sake of this story my friend will be known as Drummah. Drummah is a long time friend, but more importantly a mutual friend of my most recent ex who shall be referred to as Sniffles. When I entered the karaoke bar where the party was, Drummah informed me that she was sorry and that she didn't know Sniffles had broken up with me. She went on to say that she didn't think she knew about/was going to come to the party. I thought nothing of this and sat down (mentally preparing for some of the worst singing this side of an American Idol first week tryout). Gracie joined the party, being a friend of Drummah as well. Soon after he left I recieved a text message from Sniffles. She wanted to know how the kindly Asian man who owns and works nights at GADS knew that we were no longer together.

At this point I will address why, though Sniffles recieved a much abridged version. About a week ago, Gracie and I went to GADS late as we are oft prone to do. The same kindly Asian man, who recognized me and had frequently waited on Sniffles and I when we were together, asked where Sniffles was. I replied that she was at home because school was not back in session yet and she lived out of town. He asked when she would be back and I replied I did not know, we were no longer together. He asked when this happened and I replied a couple weeks ago. This kindly Asian man then proceeded to give me an inpromtu pep talk and the promise that when she came in next he would talk to her about it. I told him not to worry about it, that we were on good terms, that she is a very nice girl and that things just didn't work out.

Apparently the kindly Asian man followed through on his word tonight. It was at this point I made a comment about how I knew Sniffles was probably angry, being a private person, and that I wondered if she would come to the party. Drummah then dropped a bombshell. Not only had Sniffles been present when I walked up to the table at the bar, she had been sitting at the bar directly behind me. Now it should be noted that I was wearing my glasses which afford me poor peripheral vision and I had honestly not looked once in the direction of where she was sitting. But I was still overcome by anger, as she had obviously ignored me, left the party without saying goodbye to anyone, and gone to GADS afterward. As I write this, I am chalking the folly up to my own obliviousness and her misunderstanding my reaction to her being there.

I will spare this blog of an intense period of introspection. I confronted the anger and defeated it thoroughly though, admittedly, not completely. Anger is nigh impossible to avoid in the face of any rejection. The best that can be done is to remember the feelings that kept the relationship together and continue to wish the best for the person. As I will do.

--Vaan