Red Headed Vixen: Part II

I never understood the amount of influence I have upon the red head until the arguments for and against are presented to me in juicy details following her watery-eyed declaration.

“Peter, are you asleep?”

“Huh?”

“Are you asleep?”

“I guess saying yes won’t change your mind?”

“X and I broke up.”

At which point a succession of ideas rushed into my mind’s gate, forcing me wide awake at the implication of this declaration. A flash back of an episode of “Felicity” which I watched during my forsh years with fellow floor mates suddenly seemed less like a TV show during that instance. Like an obedient viewer of the mass media, I promptly replied with the same line:

“Hold on, let me wake up a bit… “

Shit. Oh oh. Hmmm. Nah. Shit

Shit, I am not ready for this. Oh oh, I am going to be her venting machine for the next I don’t know how long. Hmmm, should I be her rebound? Nah, I used to be interested, but not anymore. Shit, that means I have to be stuck listening to her everyday from now on.

After making sure that I’d have no regret about not taking advantage of the situation, I proceeded on listening and understanding why they broke up. To my horror, she echoed a great number of points that I’ve revealed to her over the past 2 years. This is when it dawned on me that I am partly responsible for the questions that she used as argument that her relationship is going somewhere. I wished that Jo was here and promptly sent an email telling her so. There are some situations where the possibility of a rebound relationship happening became too great that a girl’s company is better positioned to guide her during buts of drunken stupors, slap jacks and affectionate rubbing.

Jo and I both predicted that they’d break up. When everyone think they’d do it soon, I guessed 1.5 years and initiated by the red head. Which was off by about 6 months. Correct me if I remembered this wrong. Even with this prediction, I still believe that they’d be a good couple together, because the only factor of the breakup, is her illusion of her need to have something better.

So after falling unconscious on my bed after a hard day of work, I’d spend an additional an hour a day listening, debating, discussing with her numerous issues that she decides to bring up. All the while enforcing X’s qualities. Not because I am a good fellow. I am no saint and I only want to escape and proceed on with my projects. For I am not learning anything new from her during our conversations anymore.

Today, I can finally relax…