Life is never easy. I mean everyday is a challenge… well! The whole of last week has been one! Why can’t we have a normal life? Or perhaps, this is the normal life and this is what it entails.
Had a spat with my guy. I am dating this guy off and on for the last two months. He is a Unit Manager in a leading call centre. And his irregular shift timings have not only taken a toll on his health but also on the health of our relationship… heh! But that’s ok as we still manage quite well. Touchwood.
We hardly get time to speak to each other and whenever we do it’s always refreshing. But this time it was weird. This time when we met, I got this strange feeling that he is hiding something from me, though he claims to be in love with me and whatever and whenever he says something loving, I can safely say that he sounds genuine. Yet, I have this feeling that he is up to something or may be he is caught in a situation that he doesn’t wanna let me know.
We went to Blues in Connaught Place. It’s a nice joint for a few drinks after work and that’s it. Certainly not for those who want to let their hair down and set the down floor on fire with their hot moves, for mostly it’s the office crowd that would greet you there. And more often than not, you run into an office pal or a friends’ friend you met at his birthday bash or an old school pal you can faintly recall. (I have a secret to share by the way; I have a three-year-old memory. Anything that happened before that just gets obliterated! It’s only when someone from the past turns up, that I get it all back in flashes like early last week I bumped into my ex- and his wife and happened to share it with all of you)
So where was I? God, I will never make for a good writer… I just ramble a lot, huh!
Anyway, we met at Blues for it was his holiday on Friday, in the evening. And the bartenders as usual recognised me (I go to Blues often with my pals as well, whenever we wanna catch up) and gave us my favourite seat.
And this is when all the action began and the bug of suspicion and unease bit me. And I still haven’t dug up the entire story. Perhaps you guys can help. Hee!
Now, this handsome of mine was nice and flattering…hmmm… I think I was looking good. He likes me when I am dressed in trousers and men’s shirts. He says the contrast looks mind-boggling (giggles, giggles!) Anyway, we just chatted up and all. (I know for a fact that we are really empathetic towards each other and he is really very sweet and we get along like house on fire. He has had a really messy break-up though. His ex- was two-timing!)
Ok, now for the stuff that led to that spat. I noticed that he was really uncomfortable and all. Went to the loo four times (I was wondering if he were unwell! I mean, what distended belly man! LOL! ) and along with it he would make it a point that he took his mobile-phone along with him when I know for sure that he hardly does that! We have been out so many times (at least six times for it’s just been two months!) and he is quite at ease and whenever he had to go to answer nature’s call or whatever, he always leaves his phone behind for me to take care of it.
But hell no! Friday was different. And to top it all, he was not taking his calls! And when I asked, the moron snapped at me and we had a spat and all. I was really upset and wanted to get back home. And my mind has been wandering since then.
Well! For all I know it could be something at work…though it hardly looked that. It could be that he was dating some gal in office and she was calling up to know where he was or he had a spat with her too!
Whatever.
I am not a peeping tom, man! Nor do I check anyone’s messages behind their backs. But there is something on… hell! I have no clue why people can’t be upfront and politely tell what’s the issue! They wreck two brains this way.
Now, I don’t wanna play a detective and peep into his cell phone. It’s a question of trust…I do it and what do I get…the truth! May be. May be not.
But what do we lose? The trust between each other. He would never trust me with his things and all and I would keep wondering whether he is telling the truth. That’s a heavy penalty.
I know for sure he is in trouble. Girl, office, money whatever it is… and I wanna find out. But… what do I do?
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