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Friday, June 11, 2004

So today was the day... Not MY day... but THE day.
Possibly the weirdest I've had in a while.
Dustin, Steph and I went to IHOP. After sitting for a few hours, and losing every card game, my phone rings. It's Logan. I haven't talked to him in a while, mostly because we blow each other off.
He's saying the sweetest things this time. That he loves me... That he'll steal me away if I'd let him... That we're getting married on Saturday, and he's sorry for breaking my heart... That he only has courage enough to call when he's drunk because he knows what he did was wrong...
So I agree to meet him tonight, but I'm bringing Steph and Dustin for back-up.
We load into Buggy, fill her up with gas and head out to Allen. Following the Yahoo! map directions, we finally make it, and sit in front of a sleeping house.
There's a light on in the front window... but I can't tap on it... I'm scared that it will be someone else's room... someone else's house... that it will be the right room, the right house, and I'll see Logan...
We sit in the car, watching two cats fight. I put all my money on the small black one. Gotta root for the Underdog... er, cat.
We're sitting there for thirty minutes, waiting for the phone to ring, or for him to magically know we're outside. Dustin's in stealth-mode, sneaking up to windows to peak inside... This isn't at all illegal, or freaky... but it reminds me to buy heavy drapes for my room.
I get the bright idea to drive by Shawn's house and see if maybe Logan walked over there, but as soon as I'm in the yard, walking up to the back gate, I want to be at home. So, we trek back to the car, Steph yells his name, I get embarrassed, drive off and chainsmoke down I75.
With the radio blasting "Better Man" by Pearl Jam, the song of the moment, I went out of my way to drive under the Spring Valley tunnel (three times), hoping it would cheer me up. Nothing like artificial sunlight beaming from a man-made sky.
I just know I'll forgive him, and either drive back on Saturday (ready for disappointment), or take my turn and blow him off once more. Tag, I'm it.


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