Since she wasn't over her last boyfriend, she didn't want to do any dating. Since that was the case, whenever we went out and whenever we kissed, we weren't dating although it felt like it to me and probably to her too. But by her request, we were never really together and therefore never had anything to break up. And I guess it's because of this, it just wasn't a monumentous occasion when we stopped speaking to each other just after Independence Day.
I was on a tremendous high because I had just spent the better part of a week in Nashville, hanging out with my friends down there while I was checking out the town I was deciding to call home within a few months, riding back to within an hour of DC with my favorite band down there, watching them play in their old stomping grounds where they now sounded better than I had ever heard them before, and then sitting in with them myself the following night in Bethesda.
Well, I took Dina to that second gig because she'd never heard me play before and I thought she would enjoy it. After all, I'm a rock star! Who can resist a rock star? Yep, and apparently I found the one who could. I may have taken her to the show, but she didn't stick around long. She didn't show any sign of enjoyment, and I had no idea why. The music was great, the band was hot, the room was hoppin', and the only person there she knew was droppin' 'em dead. No signs of enjoyment.
And she left. And came back an hour later for half a song and then left again. I had to drive her home, and apart from the first two minutes in which she said some hurtfully negative things, it was a 45-minute ride full of silence. Nothing. I was offended or pissed or something, and I just couldn't talk. I dropped her off at her building, and she walked out of the car and out of my life.
A year ago, I was the type of guy who would have overanalyzed it and been back on the phone to her the very next day asking what was wrong and how we could repair it. Not anymore. I'm not an unconcerned individual. It's just that sometimes two people ain't never gonna work it out and it's just best they admit that right away and move on. I think she and I both did that. We haven't called each other, and when the car door closed, so did that chapter. Just glad it was a short chapter and not something painful and excruciating.
Painful and excruciating. A lot like taking a Greyhound bus, come to think of it.
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