Who Are You And What Did You Do With MOB?

10 AM

I’m at work and my cell phone rings. It’s a private number and I’m a little busy so I don’t answer. Two minutes later, private call again. Five minutes later, private call again. I cave and answer. “Hello?” I hear a sigh and then “Hey, boo.” I check my watch. Did I miss daylight savings again? MOB is calling me before 10 PM at night. I immediately panic. “What’s wrong?” I brace myself for terrible news. “Nothing’s wrong. Whatcha doing?” Being stunned out of my mind, that’s what I’m doing! He has honestly just called to chat. Wants to know how my day is going. What I’m doing tonight. How I am. It’s been a long time since he called to chat and I’m completely caught off guard. We talk for a few minutes and I promise him I’ll call him on my way home from work. I hang up and a small sliver of hope creeps into my heart. Perhaps he really did do some thinking last night at the beach. Maybe he’s ready to make things work between us? I decide that although I’m elated to have his happiness and attention back, I will stay on my guard. Old MOB seems to disappear easily these days.

10 PM

I’m sitting at the bar with Baby Girl and Freak Mama when he walks in. His face lights up. He gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I feel like I’m in an episode of the Twilight Zone. My girls watch in amazement. He walks off to the bathroom and they are instantly in my face asking me what’s going on. Are you back together? Why’s he so happy? What aren’t you telling us? I have just as much information as they do at this point. He comes out of the bathroom and stops at the jukebox. The lady selling the roses approaches him. I roll my eyes and turn away. Freak Mama continues to watch. “Girl, he’s buying you a flower.” I turn and he is indeed purchasing a flower. “Trust me, it ain’t for me.” “Why?” I laugh. “Because I know MOB. I can count on this hand the things he’s bought me the last eleven months.” I turn my attention back to my drink. Moments later the flower is in my face. MOB kisses my cheek. He whispers in my ear, “I love you, boo.” I am stunned. The rest of the night flies by like a dream. We are old selves again. We’re laughing and joking and hugging. I’m glowing. He’s glowing. Freak Mama and Baby Girl can’t stop smiling as they watch us. We’re in a world of our own.

1:30 AM

The night has flown by and suddenly it’s time to go. As much as we hate it, we go home without each other. We must be careful. We’re just friends.

Note to self: Must stop loving MOB. This cannot last. Heartbreak will rear its ugly head once more. Warning! Stop now! Caution! Alerte! Beware! Precaucion!