(Head-up….this was from a draft I had written a long time ago but never published. The below story happened in MAY! Much has happened with The Doc and I since, but I had to get you caught up on a very important evening…)
I saw The Doc again.
I debated writing this blog because whatever unfolds from our interactions is always SO REAL and SO DEEP that it’s almost too hard to write about. But nonetheless…
It’d been a few months since we last saw each other. That was after I politely told him to stop contacting me. His random messages of “What’s up babe?” on any given Wednesday but with no follow through or plans to see me was too much for me to handle, so I thought “Outta sight, outta mind” should do the trick. I needed to move on. He had politely agreed, and didn’t argue.
For two months straight I tried my best to forget about him.
I failed miserably.
The Doc is EVERYWHERE and never far from my mind, as hard as I try:
I drive past a hospital or pharmacy – I think of him.
I hear a reference to Belize – I think of him.
Someone plays a reggae song – I think of him.
I travel to Terranea Resort – I think of him.
I meet someone from USC – I think of him.
I’m breathing – I think of him.
See? Bad. I’d want to reach out but never did.
But then I got this freaking kidney stone thing that landed me in the ER and the whole fiasco really, really made me miss him. And it gave me a really, really good reason to reach out to him.
So, naturally, I did.
I emailed him, gave him a quick run down of what landed me in the hospital, and told him I’d love his feedback and opinion on whether or not I should take these two prescriptions they gave me. (I hate taking pills, if I can help it.)
He emailed back right away and said he was leaving for the airport for a meeting but that he’d call me when he got back later that night.
He did call.
He was meeting his boys to play basketball so he only had a few minutes, but he gave me great feedback and said we’d catch up more later.
A few text convos and a week or so later happened.
It was Saturday and I was looking forward to a second date I had planned with Mr. Marketing. As much as The Doc is…well, my unavailable soulmate in scrubs, I am also a very realistic person and am seeing and meeting other great guys.
Unfortunately, Mr. Marketing cancelled our plans due to family stuff that afternoon. Jerk! Dang it!
I was bummed. Kinda sad, actually. And I hate getting cancelled on last minute.
Actually, I’m being dramatic. For two seconds I was sad.
I read his cancellation text and then immediately text The Doc.
He responds right back.
“Happy Saturday to you, too, sexy lady. What’s up on your side?”
I already knew two things:
1. He wanted to see me.
2. He wasn’t busy that night.
Sure enough, I was right. I really know this man.
Later that night, I brought myself and a tasty 2009 Cabernet Sauvignon over to his place.
I pull into his garage and recall how perfect our cars fit in there next to each other. He’s in there doing laundry, which I can say is probably even MORE perfect of a scenario.
He gives me a huge, big hug and kiss on the neck. His smile is enormous. I’m sure mine’s bigger. I’m SO excited to see him.
We make our way upstairs and he breaks open the wine.
The mood is light, flirtacious, fun. It’s us. It’s always exciting and we both haven’t stopped smiling or laughing for a good 10 minutes now.
He asks me what happened to my plans that night and I tell him (vaguely) that “…people cancelled and wanted to re-schedule…”
“People?” he asks, coyly, as he smiles a knowing smile.
“Ok,” I say. “One person in particular.”
I shake my head, he smiles, and we both know there are others involved here but that it was working out for the better with the two of us right in this moment.
I’ve always loved our honesty.
We catch up. He tells me I look good, despite the kidney stone nonsense, and I get scolded for not drinking enough water. He’s always giving me loving medical advice.
He tells me his cousin says hi.
I want to tell him to give his cousin my number so i can tell him to knock some sense into The Doc and wake up and smell the coffee here and realize I’m the perfect woman for him, but I don’t. I just smile and think it’s special he mentioned that.
And then he tells me that he’s looking to buy another house in Belize.
“What?!?!” I shrieked.
To catch you up on something – he was against another bidder on a property there about 6 months ago, but he lost. When he called me to tell me that he didn’t get it, I told him he lost that house because of fate. I wasn’t in on it with him, and that we should buy our dream house there together. I was half-serious, and I’m sure he thought it was cute.
I told him I didn’t want to hear about this new one.
“Why not?” he asks. “Because you’re not in on it with me?” He smiles.
Ah ha! He remembered.
Honestly, I can see this picture of us living in paradise painted so clearly in my head that I don’t want to hear about it unless it’s going to happen. So I ask him one question:
“You can tell me about it but ONLY if the answer to this question is “yes”…
“Ok, shoot,” he says.
“Will I ever see this house with my own eyes?”
And without missing a beat, he says, “Sure! Why not?”
I get all serious and say, “Yeah, ok. Whatever. I don’t invite myself to places that I’m not wanted…”
He corrects me. He’s serious, too. “You’re here now, aren’t you?”
Anyways, he tells me about this amaaazing property on the tropical blue waters of the Caribbean Sea. I picture him, me and a hammock and I go into dreamland again. This fairy tale is amazing, isn’t it?
Back to reality…
We talk for another hour cuddled up on the love seat, have the TV on in the background, laugh, catch up on work and careers, and finish the bottle of wine.
It’s getting late now. Time to go to sleep.
We head upstairs, a now familiar trek. I mean, we’ve known each other for awhile now.
Sorry to let down you about any juicy, racy, sexy details, but the rest of the night is literally a PG situation – we sleep/cuddle and nothing else. About 90% of the night he’s spooning me. He’s even affectionate in his sleep! Perfection.
I wake up early in the AM to the sound of my phone buzzing. It’s a new message on OkCupid.
The Doc is turned over and snoring.
I check it, cuz, hey why not.
Side note: At this point, for those of you following this never-ending love story of The Doc and I who are all like, “What the heck is she doing?? Why’s she holding out for this dude? He’s clearly not into her the same way…” Well, just hold it one hot second.
I’m not in my 20s anymore. I’ve worked in the dating and relationship space for years and know many former clients or friends who are relationship experts, authors, speakers, therapists and more. I’ve learned a ton and feel pretty healthy in my choices.
Besides, if I WAS all into him (and only into him) I wouldn’t have been excited to check my dating app notifications while snuggled under his 1200 thread-count sheets while he slept beside me. :) I’m optimistic, yet realistic. Big difference.
I check the message. It’s from a new guy. Cool.
I also check my texts. More late night messages from others who are pursuing me. Cool, but I don’t respond.
The Doc is still sleeping but I do kinda have a guilty conscience so I put my phone back on the bedside table. They all can wait.
I’m fully awake now and it’s about 8am on a Sunday. No going back to sleep for me, so I lay there and look around. His master bedroom suite is so familiar to me and I’m always amazed at how neat and orderly it is.
The pile of books on his bedside table include “The 5 Love Languages” and “What On Earth Am I Here For?” by Rick Warren.
I know what he’s here for!!!!
Unbeknownst to him, the answer is clearly for him to find me, fall in love and live happily ever after.
I’m WISHING that it said that on page 42 or something and all he’d have to do is stumble across it eventually.
But it doesn’t, so I’m left to let the Big Man Upstairs handle the timing or outcome on this one.
An hour or so passes by and FINALLY he stirs awake.
He leans over and kisses me gently on my head.
I tell him “Hi…” and that I should get going soon.
Honestly, I have no plans, but never want to overstay my welcome, and also I recall him saying he had plans to meet his mom for lunch. #perfectson
But I did not expect what would happen next to happen.
For the next THREE HOURS, we laid in bed and talked.
(TALKED, people! I swear to goodness.)
He didn’t want me going anywhere. I was officially trapped on this cloud.
But seriously, the stuff we talked about was deep. It was real.
It didn’t start off that way. In fact, it was our usual catching up conversations.
Conversations that couples have on lazy Sunday mornings who are conquering life together, as a team.
He caught me up on his work, his less-than-amazing boss, his recent accomplishments and his busy travel schedule lately. Meetings, conferences, speaking engagements. He’s killing it out there.
I’m so proud of this guy. He’s a star at his company and is looked to for knowledge and expertise that guys 20 years older don’t have. His intelligence, drive and ambition is one of the most sexy things about him to me.
The hours tick by and we’re still cuddling and talking in bed.
We’re both in the comfortable space we’ve become accustomed to. He stops for a moment, kissses my forehead and says..
“Hey. Don’t ever stop talking to me like you did again, ok?”
He’s kinda sad, definitely serious.
The Doc has actually communicated something that he wants from me. Fascinating.
I feel bad now that I did spend the last few months ignoring him and cutting off all communication. I guess the guy noticed.
I agree and tell him I’m sorry and then tell him that as hard as I FRICKIN’ TRIED, I couldn’t stop thinking about him during that time anyways. My plan had backfired.
Then The Doc tells me I’m never far from his mind. He’s always thinking of me and praying for me and wishing me the best. Always.
Well, dangnabit. I had no idea.
We end up basically professing love for each other.
Not the “Let’s-get-married-tomorrow” kind of love, but the “We-really-care-about-the-lives-of-each-other-here” kind of love. It’s one I’ve not ever experienced.
And yes, it’s not the one I’m exactly looking for, either.
I do feel amazing, however, and protected and special, and….loved, in this moment. I try to hold onto it for as long as possible, knowing that as soon as I get up out from under the crisp white down comforter we share, it’ll be back to reality.
And back to my OkCupid and Tinder messages.
Strangely enough, I’ve come to appreciate both situations.
We spend a bit more time together in bed (still only a PG situation) and then it’s time for me to leave.
As I head to my car in his garage, we’re both smiling. He kisses me one last time, gives me another big hug and I’m on my way.
I drive all the way home with a smile….and a peace in my heart.