Angie came back to my place and stayed for the next five days. And I didn’t mind in the least. In fact, not once during that entire week did I feel the need to be the center of attention. I didn’t care about going to clubs or my celebrity status. I just cared about spending time with Angie.
We went to movies. She got me to go to a chick flick and I got her to come with me to a action thriller.
We went and saw a sculpture exhibit at the local art museum.
We went out to eat. She had me opening up and telling her all about myself. I told her about my parents and siblings back in Appaloosa Plains.
“Wow, I can’t believe you have sisters who are quints. I can’t imagine what that must have been like for your parents. Especially when they were toddlers.”
“Well my mom ran a daycare for years so I think she was used to it. So tell me about your family.”
“My mom died when I was little so it was just my dad and two brothers. Oh, I heard there is a symphony at the theater tomorrow. We should go.”
It seemed like whenever it was her turn to talk about her family she always changed the subject. I decided not to push.
We spent one whole day just walking around a year-round garden. It is under a glass dome so the flowers bloom year round.
It was cold out with a freezing rain but we were nice and warm under the dome. I am not a very romantic person by nature but even I have to admit that day felt magical somehow.
For the first time in my life I was also content to just spend quiet evenings at home. We would cuddle and watch movies.
Or just slow dance right there in the middle of my apartment.
We also woohooed A LOT.
But for the first time I didn’t feel like bolting afterwards. Lying there in Angie’s arms made me feel safe and loved.
All too soon though her week in Bridgeport came to an end.
“Do you have to go? You could always move here–move in with me?”
“You know I can’t.”
“No I don’t know that. Why can’t you? You have never said. I don’t even know where you live. You’re not married our you?”
“No I am not married. But things are complicated.”
“Explain it to me.”
“I don’t want to fight with you. Just trust me on this. This has been one of the best weeks of my life and I will never forget it. But I can’t stay. I half to go. Please try to understand.”
Then she threw herself into my arms and sobbed and sobbed.
As I watched her walk out that door to the elevator I felt my heart breaking.
After Angie left I returned to my old ways. Going to different clubs every night. As spring turned into summer I decided to go try Aquaris. It was the one club in Bridgeport I still hadn’t been to. Well I had tried back when I first arrived but the bouncer’s wouldn’t let me in. Now that I am a five star celebrity I no longer have to worry about that.
I ordered a drink.
“Hey man, haven’t seen you in awhile,” my friend Alexy said. “I heard you were holed up in your apartment with some chick. She here tonight?”
“No she was only here on a vacation. She had to go home. I asked her to stay.”
“Wow, you got it bad. Why don’t you go after her? Women like romantic gestures like that.”
“I would but I never got her last name. She was very secretive about her life. She would only tell me that her name was Angie.”
“She says not.”
“Well I hate to see you moping around. You know what you need? A change of scene.”
“Maybe you are right,” I said.