Chasing Cupid

Ring... Ring...

It's you again. Stop calling me already. You know that I don't like you, you know that your words bear no meaning to me. You know that nothing you ever say will make me love you or want you. We're friends. That's it. That's my final answer.

Stop looking for something more. I can't give you anything. Not even an ounce of hope. It will only hurt both of us if you keep on doing this. Please. Stop.

Beep... Beep...

Message after message. I am tired of it. Please. It's not you, it's me. I just can't bring myself to care. No, not now. Not when my heart is numb. Not when I think I need something else. They say the cure to a broken heart is love. I think that's incomplete. Time and love. I need time to recover from the wounds.

You got mail!

Hopefully, not from you. I can't stand your "I love yous" I cant stand the novels you write. Stop it. We're done, It's over.

GOODBYE.

Click.

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I wrote this a few weeks ago. I just want to share. You know who you are. Please stop.

Here's a story I would like to share. I wrote this a few weeks ago in light of something unusual that I remembered from the clubbing nights in Chicago. But of course, like everything else in my life, this story has a twist - at least after I had already finished it.

Mirage @ Club Moda

She smiled as she entered the club. The Chicago wind chill was setting in and she did not know what possessed her to wear a bright pink tube top, mini skirt and stilettos. Maybe it was because she was meeting with friends that she has not seen in a decade. High school friends – one just came into town a few weeks ago, another who lived in Chicago for a long time and she didn't know about it. They had just come from dinner and Lee had brought them to Club Moda – a local club that coincidentally they both had frequented. Funny, why didn't they meet there before?

Giving her coat up to Coat Check, she looked around at the crowd. Then joined the conversation her old classmates were having. She smiled at the guys, particularly at Dick, who was her High School Crush. They had been secretly dating for the past few weeks – but they agreed not to have Lee know about it. There was nothing to hide, just the fact that he had started to like her and he had a girlfriend back home. Other than that, they were just really good friends. Besides, she was too jaded to have anything serious happen especially not after her failure of a marriage with Al. She sighed as she shook him off her head. Now is not the time to think about him.

Leaning against the bar, she scanned the crowd for prospects. It was still early – and there were the early birds, chilling by the bar. The music was old school; it was kind of perfect as they were reminiscing about old times. She ordered a Midori Stone Sour – her first of the night and 2 beers for the boys. She leaned across the bar and checked out the guys who were there. She flashed a smile at one of them who caught her eye, before Dick tapped her on the shoulder and asked for a lighter. Shit. He cramped her style.

She sighed as she resigned herself to the boy's conversation. They were talking about how much she changed. She laughed. Of course she has! She was a geek in High School – people barely noticed her and it was a surprise to her that they actually remembered who she was. Perhaps it was because she had high grades and they copied notes off her. And now they said she was different. The conversation went from old teachers to current situations. He listened to Lee talk about his fiancée and looked over at Dick who was giving her a meaningful look.

Now was the time to bow out. She sipped the last of her Midori Stone Sour and decided that she needed something stronger. A shot, yeah. Washington Apple, one of her favorites. She walked over to the bar and spied on a cute guy next to her spot. She leaned over to get Nicole's attention and glanced over to him.

Oh, what a hottie. I wish he talks to me. Better yet, dance or have a drink with me. She thought as she gave him another grin before ordering from Nicole. "Nicole, can you make me a Washington Apple please, the shot." She said, and then glanced at him again. He was looking. He was definitely looking.

He was taller than her; fair features a good smile, and from the looks of it, he works out. Purrr. She has to get to know him, but she was not about to make the first move. Nicole served her drink and she grinned at her. "Thanks, doll." She winked at the cute bartender before grinning to the cutie. Cheers.

She downed the shot and asked Nicole for a Dirty Shirley. Perhaps, if she hung around, he would talk to her. She waited. He was still looking, nursing his drink. She sighed. Maybe I should start the conversation.

Lee was waving her over. Damn. She looked at him hopefully and then went off to her friend who was standing around with several people. She made small talk with the people and soon, the music started to change.

That was more like it. Dancing was fun. She loved to dance and lose herself in the beat, the rhythm and the music. She did, she forgot about everything when she danced. But somehow, her eyes keep on travelling to the spot by the bar where Mr. Mirage was. He was gone. Ah, perhaps he's nothing more than a mirage. At least he was someone worth remembering - who knows he might pop up at the Buzz right?

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Just recently, our heroine found out that he was not a mirage. He was real. He found her in Myspace and they have been recently chatting and regretting that they did not talk to each other that night.

At least, they've been making up for it lately. Better late than never, right?

UPDATE: Mr. Mirage found the blog in Myspace Blog. See his comment here.