I was VERY excited to learn that Mo wanted to see Bridesmaids as much as I did. For a guy not living in the U.S. for long, he picked up on the American sense of humor well.
As the cliche goes, he arrived in his convertible. Who can resist? I got in the passenger side and found chocolate and a CD on the seat. (Mmm-hmmm). Well from my place to the movie theater, he made an entire mix CD just for that occasion. I don't recall every song, but it was the first time I was introduced to the genre Arabic jazz. Not too shabby! I love jazz anyway, it was cool to hear another style of it. The wind in my hair, the way Downtown St. Paul looks with all of the lights on a clear summer night, and how Mo's colongue smelled as I put my head on his shoulder. Awesome summer memory!
The movie was incredible--have you guys seen it? GO SEE IT! I laughed the whole way through it. Even when Mo would reach out for me to kiss me, I'd still be giggling. I might even see that movie again soon! Anyway...
So after the movie he said he got hungry and it was super late, so we decided to go back to my place so I could make something for him. I offered! I love cooking actually. I wish I could do it more. Well we did actually go back to my place and had the chance to hang out. He felt bad making me cook because my apartment was so hot, so I didn't.
Well by 10:00 AM the next morning, I'd had about 3 hours of sleep and a lover's quarrel. I'll explain. Mo left early giving a shady excuse(oh I have to pick up so and so at the airport then they have to go to work) and I called him out on it, which resulted in an awful misunderstanding and him leaving in a huff--oh and me telling him never to call again (I get emotional at 6:00 AM). I'd be fine with him leaving otherwise but I knew he was being dishonest.
I spent the day at the pool reading and burning my poor Irish/English skin. I went home to take a nap and by the time I woke up my mom had called, saying my cat was having trouble breathing. I had trouble breathing all day long--thinking what did I do? Mo hasn't called! I went to my mom's to be with my cat and things kept getting worse...meanwhile I was worried Mo wouldn't call since we were supposed to go see fireworks together.
By 9:30 PM I knew Mo wouldn't call that night which felt awful, to make matters worse Jack the cat wasn't responding well to my voice and still breathing heavily. My brother and I rushed Jack into the hospital. Jack was suffering from cardiac trouble and while I was having my anxiety about Mo, Jack was slowly slipping away.
After spending nearly 3 hours at the hospital with my brother, we left Jack in the care of a handsome vet who was to call me in the morning to give an update on Jack. My text to Mo said something along the lines of good luck and wishing him well on Match.com. I have a feeling he won't need my well-wishes.
1:00 AM I'm back at my apartment and completely destroyed with grief over worrying about my baby AND Mo. I was worried I would never hear from Mo...I couldn't sleep. 1:30 AM the vet calls me to inform me Jack is suffering from severe cardiac failure and gave me a choice to put him down gently or to have a surgeon look at him. The vet said even a surgeon may not save him. I decided to have Jack put down seeing as how the chances of him doing well were so low. My heart broke into a thousand bits that night for two reasons...but one of them was more important than the other.
Jack was my friend and pet..the best cat/dog in the world. I adoped him in 2004 and we've been attached at the hip since. My dad would feed him ice cream and he'd fetch only q-tips and his toy mice. He'd wrap his paws around my neck and talk to birds. He'd kill bugs for me and perk up every time he'd hear my voice. We'd wrestle, I'd sing to him, he'd make me laugh, pur so loud I couldn't hear the tv, and sass me when I wouldn't give him enough treats. I will miss him so so much you guys. My family loved him..he was the life of the party. I just loved him.
July 5, 2011 was a Monday. I woke up half - dead but I knew I had to go to work despite the grief. I knew if I stayed home I'd just miss Jack and think about Mo and cycle in my head over and over what I did wrong with him... I got through work somehow. That night Mo called me and told me he didn't want to see me anymore, that we'd be friends--and OH WAIT...that he's going back home to his country until September.
So that's it.
Okay so it was only two dates. No big deal, right? Well I am unsure if I dumped him or if he dumped me first...either way it doesn't feel incredibly good. I don't know if I can handle Match as much as I thought. I get attached to people and begin to appreciate them and what they offer the world. I thought Mo and I had a connection. I am doubting my ability to stay on the site right now. I'm not cut out for too much heartbreak.
There are two more short stories to tell, of a tatooed beefcake and an odd duck who was convinced I'd STILL go out with him even after he insulted me.
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