Boodie Call?

Ok so Jay and I just got back from happy hour. It’s raining cats outside and we had to park on the next street over. Good thing we have an umbrella for the walk back. On the short jaunt back we spot a surfer we know. But Jay, the shy guy he is, says “Hey that’s Jesse, shhh… keep walking.” and he hides us underneath the umbrella.

 

Jay doesn’t want to say “hi” and he somehow manages to slip into the front door, leaving me on the porch stranded to wait for Boy. That damn cat. I know Jesse from my childhood religion. We were never really friends, but I know him from our paths crossing. Last week when I was at the beach, I was chatting it up with Jennay double parked, taking way too much space in the road when she says “I think that guy wants to talk to you!” I told her I didn’t want to talk to him and that I know him from “jdub-ness”. As he walks by  my heart immediatly starts pounding and the first thing that crosses my mind is…

OH no! He’s going to rat on me!

Jennay says I should get ratted on and that in so many words, it will just allow me to have the closure that I have been avoiding. Regardless, I’ll just keep avoiding it.

 

So as I am waiting for Boy on the porch, Jesse walks up right in front of me on the sidewalk with a bouquet of flowers and what looks like a bottle of some kind of booze. He too is divorced and I think, not really involved in the religion so much these days.

 

This damn porch is like a open stage. Everyone can see what the happenings are on the porch from a block away. The tall apartments across the one way street just creates an amphitheatre that echos everything you say or do. He looks up at me, and I uncomfortably say “Hey! How you doing?”. I felt caught.

 

He says, “Good! How about you?”

 

But when he responded, I had the feeling he felt caught too! Or maybe he was nervous about his date. It’s 7 o’clock on a Monday night this is looking more like a boodie call… or an online dating first date. I guess boodie calls usually happen between the hours of 10:00pm and 5:00am, so people tell me. Not that I have ever been the recipient of a boodie call.

 

“Good”, I say and smile as he rushes by.

 

I pretend to be preoccupied with coaxing Boy to come. As he walks by the porch I pretend to mind my own business but I peek through the bush and watch him go up two houses. Boy finally makes his way in the house and I follow him in the foyer and catch up with Jay.

 

“Who lives there, two houses up?” I ask Jay.

 

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen who lives there”. He answers.

 

I’m still thinking…

Who has a date on a Monday night that warrants flowers and some liquor?!? A glamourized Boodie call!?

As we lie in bed, Jay says to me, “Jesse’s getting some tonight.” and smiles. I’m thinking…

I would be too if you weren’t so tired.

The next morning, I looked out of my window and his truck is still parked outside. Oooh, unmarried Jdub spending the night at some chicks house… looks like he’s working out some of his own issues, or maybe just working “it” out. Either way, looks like I’m in the clear… for now…