Naughty Nurse (part 2)

So after the salad and some “ok” Italian food (so the search goes on for a quality place, true believers- help a brother out!!), RN looked at her watch and said we needed to leave pretty soon. What, no desert? Nope, we were on some kind of a time schedule apparently. I paid the check and we left. I was again only given cursory directions of “Turn here, Get in this lane”, etc. This was exciting. Kind of like a Mission Impossible task or something.

So we leave. She checks to make sure I have my socks, which I do.  I am thinking bowling. We head up Baymeadows towards Phillips, making a left onto Phillips. I am new to the area, but I know the bowling alley is the other way. We aren’t going bowling, I am told and I should just follow directions and enjoy myself. To be honest, I really am having an awesome time. Like I said in part 1, this was one of the great days. It would last about 3 weeks, but that is getting way ahead of this wonderful night. We got close to University and I figured out the destination. We were going ice skating.

We pulled in and I was smiling like a crackhead at a smashed window of an electronics store and no alarm sounding. (sobbing)” I tried to kick… but that shit just be callin’ me man, it be callin’ me, man… I just got to go to it!” (New Jack City? Anyone? Anyone?) I am sure she was as pleased with herself as I was with her. She had the crackhead smile too, minus the rotten teeth and Dave Chappelle white lips. We went in and I have to tell you we were the oldest people in the place.  The place was full of raging hormone, teenage angst and sexual energy. I couldn’t wait.

We rented skates, and I got onto the ice. I should tell you that I have not skated in over 20 years. I used to ride a skateboard everywhere in high school. I also went to the skating rink every Friday night in Jr. High school, because there was nothing else to do. I had to wear rented skates then, too, but then I was embarrassed that my family was not wealthy enough to allow me to buy skates. Shit, there were times I couldn’t even afford to go because the $6 was just not there…but this isn’t about my childhood. This about an awesome day in early January 2011 and there is a little more to cover yet. Shall we continue?

We hit the ice, a figure of speech until I actually hit the ice a few laps later. I hit hard and was laughing so hard I must have looked like a lunatic to the semi-spawning children gathering in clusters of non-parental supervised touchy feely action. My, oh my how the Friday night skating scene has changed as time passed. RN swatted the ice off my back, neck and butt. It was funny how the first ass smack was hers and then 3 weeks later she would kick my butt once again. Wait for it. Wait for it.

She held my left hand and the right hand was permanently attached to the rail around the ice. I must have looked ridiculous to anyone that was watching, which luckily for me no one was. We were just a couple of grinning and laughing old people having the time of their lives. We left a when the rink closed or maybe a little early, I don’t remember. I really didn’t want this night to end. RN’s kids were at church for the night and we still had time before she had to pick them up so we decided on dessert. It was between 9 and 10 and I couldn’t think of anyplace other than the Denny’s across the street from where she left her car. It is next door to the LaQuinta brothel on Southside and I-95, but that is another story we will need to get to at a later date. Stay focused, Steve. You are almost done here. Short breaths.

So we go in and there was more missing DNA in this Denny’s that at most Monster Truck Rally’s. I could not believe these people shared the planet with me, but this night was magical and I could not be bothered with people other than the 2 of us. I ordered a milk shake and she just had a sip on mine. Watching her figure I assume (but not nearly as much as I was). We parted ways @ 11pm that night with a kiss and a hug that seemed to last for days as we melted together. I know I sound sappy here, but these are the facts as I remember them. Take it with a grain of salt, but if you know me at all it is well documented I am a hopeless romantic. I was hooked and I honestly believe she was too.

Over the next 3 weeks we spent almost every day together in one way or another. Sometime it was just a quick lunch, others a concert and dinner with her and the RNlettes. We formed Team Coleslaw and kicked butt in a trivia contest a couple of weeks in a row at her favorite pizza place. When we were not together she would text me and she would send me pictures of her smiling between patients. It was not all smiles and smooches, don’t get it twisted, but it was pretty good. She was what many would call an over-communicator, but I am cool with that. I guess I am, too, to some extent. Maybe that is because I am such a needy person (as I have been accused by my “friends”, but as I keep saying, a story for another day), but we were on the same page….until we weren’t.

She had pictures of us together all over her Facebook page. I can only assume that her ex saw them and how she had moved on so quickly, because one night she called me and said she couldn’t see me anymore. She said her ex, we can call him “drunk sailor” because that is what he was according to her, called her and they had lunch.  She realized she still had feelings for him. She said she knew it was not a good thing, she was also falling for me but she had to give him a chance. I guess the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t. She was afraid of the unknown. Another one bites the dust!!!

We have not spoken since that night. I know from the 2 times I pulled up her Facebook page she has moved to California with him and left her 2 children with her ex husband to be with DS. The fact that she could turn her back on her own children for a man tells me that she was not the person I thought she was. Maybe what I saw was “Potential RN” and the person she could have been. I know we all put on our game face in the beginning of any relationship, but this was a complete 180 degree turn from the RN I knew. It was a harsh lesson for me, but I think I am a better person for having met her. She made me realize that while most people are like an onion with all the layers under the surface, some onions look awesome on the surface and even a few layers down, but the more you peel back, some are really nasty and should be discarded before they can infect everything around them.