One Swinging Summer (32 page)

His sentence bothered me- "If I can't have what I really want, then this is the best option." And he said something similar about me-"You chose to stay, knowing you can't have everything you want."

This was silly, I thought. I am free to walk away at any time. If I decide I do want a wedding and kids, I can change my mind. So can he. If he starts resenting me, and wants to go back to this lifesyle, he can. "At least for now," has been spoken, and is understood. We've only been together a few months anyway, it's too soon to be talking forever. Take the win. Decide the rest later.

I opened my mouth to say, "Ok, then what are we going to do for your birthday?" But instead, what came out was, "You should go."

'Wait! Stop!' My mind was screaming at me, but my mouth continued anyway.

"You should go, without me. As a test."

"A test of what?" Was his confused reply.

'Of my own stupidity, obviously.' My brain tried again to stop my mouth. But my mouth was under the control of my heart at the moment. And my heart really needed to be sure.

"A test to see if this lifestyle is something you can easily give up. If you go, and find out that it isn't any fun without me, then we know that it is me that you want. If you get there and realize that you don't miss me at all, well, that answers things too. I think you should first-date this club."

He looked at me hard, like he was approaching a trap. I guess he was, kind of. My heart wanted him to say no. To say he didn't want or need to first-date the club. To say that my offering was enough, and the thought of going there without me didn't interest him.

My heart figured that it could give up marraige pretty easily. Lots of people did. It is just a peice of paper. Many couples live together for years, undoubtedly a unit, but without the paper. If we made it to old age, and benefits and pensions started becoming a priority, maybe he would marry me then. Maybe he wouldn't. But if I was going to give up on the idea of kids, I needed to know that it was for a man that had chosen me over the sex clubs. I didn't want his resentment to come first, for him to leave me for someone who would happily go to those clubs with him, and then to realize that I was too old to have babies.

So, my heart continued its control over my mouth. I seemed calm and sure on the outside as I was laying this path before him, but my heart was pounding in fear.

"You said that the only point to a first date was to see if you were interested in a second one. That you should be sure. You also said that it would kill you to know about it, but that I should be sure too, and first-date anyone who had managed to get my attention. You asked me to go one more time with you, with an open mind, to be sure I was done. I think you should go one more time too. On your birthday, with Kate and Michael, and see if you want a second date. I think you should be sure you can give it up."

'Say no, say no,' my heart begged him. 'Tell me you already know. Tell me you want me with you on your birthday. Doing something special. That it was different when we didn't care about each other. That you don't need the clubs either. That I am enough. Please, please, tell me that I am enough.'

"OK, if you are sure."

'Fuck.' I thought.

"I'm sure." I said.

"How does this work? We ride to the club seperately? And at midnight we just say "Goodbye, have fun. See ya later?" He asks.

"Yeah, I guess. We can't ride together, obviously. You need a car to get there and to get home after. I'd need my own car to go home. I can't wait at your house until you come home." I said all of this in shock. I didn't think he would agree. I thought he would think it was a stupid idea.

As we tried to work out the logistics, I realized that there was only one way to handle this.

"We need to break up."

He looked at me hard again.

"It's the only thing that makes sense. You can't go there knowing you have a girlfriend waiting on you. You have to really understand. To decide you want this life means we can't stay together. To stay together means you can't have this life. We break up now. I go home. We don't call or text each other. We run into each other at The Normal Club. We can be friendly, dance with each other. But we are broken up, so we can dance with others. Flirt with others. Then at midnight you head over with Michael and Kate. You have a great birthday. Do whatever you feel you need to do, single. See how it goes. Call me the next day or so and we will see where we are."

I laid it all out there for him, hoping he would change his mind. Hoping that made it real. That he'd say, 'Nevermind, I don't want to break up. I know just from hearing about it that I can give the club up. Of course you are what I want. I was just thrown off by the offer. Stay with me tonight. Don't leave. I love you and this is stupid.'

He didn't. He agreed that what I said made sense. After that, it seemed awkward to stay. He walked me to the door and said, "Before we break up..." He took me in his arms and kissed me senseless. The kiss was slow, thorough, and deep with longing.

After the kiss we seperated and shook hands, making our breakup official.

I got into my car and made it about five blocks before I broke down in tears, sobbing the whole way home.

CHAPTER 40
"SPILLED PERFUME"

"It's two steps forward and three steps back when a heart is on the meeeeeeeeeeeeennnnndddd..." I sang it loud and soulfull. There's just something about older country music that gets right to the heart of it.

I was wearing out this track, the CD had been set to repeat. I had long ago lost count of how many times it played.

I woke on Sunday morning with a crying hangover. My eyes were swollen, my throat was parched, my head throbbed with my heartbeat and it took everything I had to drag myself out of bed just to pee. I thought about taking some Tylenol, making some breakfast, but even thinking about doing the actions wore me out. I went back to bed instead.

On Monday I made it to the couch. That was it. My grand accomplishment for the day. I was actually proud of myself. I numbly watched TV all day. I knew that if I turned it off, even for a minute, I would think. And I was avoiding thinking with everything I had. Thinking was overrated anyway.

On Tuesday the thinking started. Or the self-abuse, really. What in the hell had I been thinking? I had him. He had agreed to not going to the clubs anymore. Stupid, stupid, stupid. My head kept up a constant barage. 'Why, why, why did you have to say, "You should go?" You don't turn a man loose in a sex club. Are you crazy? And single, too? What the hell?'

My heart was ready with a response. A quiet, broken, sad response, but a response all the same. 'I need to be sure. I need a man who loves me, who will walk across oceans of broken glass to get to me. A man who recognizes that I am better than a room full of naked strangers and annonomous sex. I am worthy. I need real. I need love. And I won't settle for less.'

That shut my mind up fast. No way to argue with that. I took advantage of the silence and took my first shower in days.

Which brought me to Wednesday. Driving and working. And singing. Badly but loudly. "You fell in a mooooooment of weakness, now you just gotta pull yourself back uuuuuuuup. Dry your morning-after tears 'cause what's done is doooooonnnneee."

Thursday was just empty. No singing, no crawling back into bed. Just functioning. Mindless, empty, robotic.

So... Friday. Oh joy.

Tonight is the night I get to see Caleb, single, in the normal club. And wave at him as he heads off to do whatever in That Other Club. The night that I get to go home alone, and wonder what he is doing, and who he is doing it with. On his birthday, no less. Yeah, this should be a great night. Can't wait.

I try to put some thought into getting dressed for my night out. I want to look good, to stick in his mind as he tries That Other Club without me. But my heart isn't in it. I figure that if I don't stick in his mind by now, it's hopeless. No new outfit is going to make a difference. I dress casual instead, jeans and a T-shirt. Maybe the-girl-next-door look will be different enough to get his attention. Whatever. I tell myself that I don't care anyway. I don't have anger to wrap myself in tonight, so I wrap myself as best I can in numbness and indifference. Que sera sera, right? Whatever will be, will be.

I arrive early at the normal club, not so much in eager anticipation as just to give me something to do. If I sat much longer at home I was going to go crazy. I hadn't spoken to or texted Caleb all week, and I was nervous to see him. But that was the whole point, right? For him to see how this broken up stuff feels. To see where his priorities lie.

I sipped on a drink and visited with friends, trying to seem unconcerned. Just another Friday night at the club. Thankfully dancing was mindless, I did a lot of it. I spent some time standing in the DJ booth, visiting with Mike and watching the club start to come alive. I was still standing in the booth, feeling removed from everything, when I felt Caleb.

I stood straighter, my skin tingling and my heart beating faster. I looked out over the sea of people, knowing he was here. Somewhere.

My eyes met his, making my stomach jump and my breath catch in my throat. He was standing with Robert and Maria, watching me from beside the dance floor. I smiled and waved, wanting to seem calm and in control. He raised his glass to me in a toast.

I stayed where I was for a while longer, not wanting to seem anxious to see him. When my drink was empty I hugged Mike and let myself out of his booth. I headed to my bartender, not to Caleb. I'm a single lady now, I smiled and waved first. If he wants to say hi, he can make the effort. All of my efforts tonight are going to be put towards making it through the night with my sanity, I figured that was enough.

I was standing with a group of friends when he appeared beside me. I calmly looked him up and down. Damn, he looked good. "Hello there." He said, smiling at me, his eyes warm.

"Hey, how are ya?"

"Better now." Was his grinning reply. "Dance with me?"

"Of course."

I followed him silently to the dance floor. 'Keep it together, keep it together.' running over and over through my mind.

He pulled me close to him, tucking me against him like he always did. No pretending to be just friends in that move. "You feel so good. I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too." I said honestly. No point in pretending tonight.

"How have you been?"

"Honestly? Just getting by."

"Me too. It's been hard not talking to you. When something happens at work, it's a natural instinct to want to call you and tell you about it. I've been looking forward to tonight all week."

"I bet." I said, deliberately misunderstanding him. Needing to keep the idea of where he was going tonight foremost in my mind, as a shield.

"I meant that I've been looking forward to this all week. Seeing you, talking to you, touching you."

I felt my eyes tear up and was glad that he was holding me so close that he couldn't see my face. 'Do not cry, not now.' I fiercely tried to reign myself in. Unless he told me that he changed his mind, that he was going to stay with me tonight, I needed to stay strong.

"Happy Birthday." Was all I could get out.

"Thank you."

When the song ended, he leaned in to kiss me. I pulled away saying, "Please don't. It will be my undoing."

I saw the statement hit him. He stilled, looking at me. He nodded and said, "I understand."

"Can I dance with you again later?" He asked after a beat.

"Please do."

I was standing at the table with Kate and Michael when Michael said, "I hear you aren't coming tonight? Caleb mentioned it earlier."

"Nope, not tonight, we broke up."

"Yeah, he mentioned that too."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I didn't say anything.

He tried again, "It's his birthday, I know he'd like it if you were there. You're only broken up as a formality. I saw you two dancing, you can't say that there isn't something still there."

I gave it to him straight, "That's why we broke up. Let me ask you this. Knowing That Other Bar, would you like your ex-girlfriend to be there? On your birthday? Knowing she no longer wants to have anything to do with that life? Knowing that she loves you and wants a relationship with you that doesn't include that place? While you are trying to enjoy their particular version of a birthday party?"

I saw the realization of what I was saying dawn on him. "Oh, hell no. I wouldn't be able to enjoy myself at all."

"Exactly."

Kate saved me by pulling me out onto the dance floor. "I'm so sorry."

"Me too." I answered her honestly. "But I did it to myself."

"You are brave. Or crazy. I'm not sure which."

I smiled at that, and said "Crazy, definitely."

I danced with Caleb every chance I had, even though it killed me. I knew that this was my last chance to be with him 'before.' After he left here, any time I spent with Caleb would be 'after.' I didn't know what was to come of tonight. So many things could happen. He could still decide not to go, but I doubted it. He could go and sit around all night missing me, which I was hoping for. He could try to have a good time, but realize he'd rather have me, or he could walk in that door and forget I even existed. Whatever happened, after tonight he would have memories of that place that didn't involve me. We had never gone without each other, and after tonight that would change. So I took advantage of every 'before' minute with Caleb that I could, without falling at his feet and begging him not to go.

I laughed and visited with him at his friend's table. I flirted and teased with him, and held him close as we danced. I spent time away from him as well. I danced with other men, laughing up at them as they tried to flirt with me. I flirted back as best I could. I danced the wild abandon songs with the girls, hoping all the time that Caleb was watching, wishing I was still his.

When midnight came, I somehow managed to stay calm. We said goodbye, without touching each other. I knew that if he hugged me tight, or kissed me goodbye, I would crack into a million pieces and lay shattered at his feet. Instead I looked him in the eyes and said, "Have fun. And I hope you find the answers your looking for."