Well...
Today was that day. The day that I feared all weekend, my lunch with Angie. Firstly, I'd like to mention that in order to get to this lunch on time I ironed my clothes, brushed my teeth twice, mouth washed twice, consistently brushed my hair, and sprayed on the best smelling fragrance I had. By the time I got there though Angie didn't go to lunch simply because she didn't have the time, but she took a10 minute break. That break was the longest 10 minutes ever...
She sat down with me on a window seal overlooking the city on the top floor of the hospital. Behind us were 2 men cleaning windows. She jumped straight to the point:
Angie: Alright so....yeah, I can't date you because you know our age differennce is just too much for me.
Daryl: Well...
Angie: I mean I really like you a lot and if I were a few years younger there would be absolutley no competition in terms of us being together, but you know it's like...say you were 10 and I was 21. Thats a huge difference!
Daryl: Well yeah because you're a kid at 10 years old Angie. . .
Angie: Exactly! So you see what I mean, because I'm going to be 33 soon.
Daryl: Angie, do you even know how much older you are than me?
Angie: Hmm....No....Uhm...wow look at those guys out there. I bet they get paid a lot to do that job.
*Easy attempt to avoid pressure*
Daryl: Hm yeah I guess so.
Angie: Daryl I am suprised you don't have a girl friend. There is no girl you're interested in at all like when you go to school?
Daryl: No. They lack the maturity levels I'm looking for. You however have a mixture of the appropiate maturity level along with knowing how to have fun as if we were kids again.
Angie: Well you're a awesome catch Daryl, you'll find somebody for sure.
Daryl: Whatever...
Angie: No seriously take the compliment. You're very cute.
Daryl: Aww, alright thanks. Well what about when I'm 32.
Angie: Definetly!
Daryl: Wow Angie come on now. You'll probably be married with kids and what not.
Angie: Haha No! You will be if you keep walking around looking like that.
Daryl: Man : (
Angie: I'm sorry Daryl. I better get going. The nurses already know where I'm at right now.
*holds out her hand to shake mine*
Daryl: Awh, really now, you're gonna give me a handshake? = / No hug? : (
Angie: I can't. . .*points up to mirror reflector above us* They will see me.
Daryl: So what. . .They've seen me walk you to your car....you know what alright. *shakes hand*
Daryl: *looks at my own hand* :(
Angie: You understand though, right?
Daryl: *unsure smile* Yeah...Yeah
Angie: Alright. Still come up to see me though okay?
Daryl: Yeah...sure thing...see ya....
I wasn't going to try to convince her anymore. She just dropped everything on me at once so much that she was the only one doing the talking really. I thought we could at least be friends and hang out first but she totally skipped that step and laid out the whole "this is why we can't be together" speech.
Whatever man...I'm not going to visit her anymore. And when I don't I hope she knows why. Seeing her only will make me feel this moment over again. I know she'll ask Zane about me but I'll just tell him to tell her I'm still recovering because I am. I went to work right afterwards and I didn't really care for anything. I didn't eat, help out the nurses like I normally do, drink anything, nothing. I just did what I had to do and went home heartbroken. Felt like a breakup although it wasn't. Ah well...At least I wasn't in love with her. That would of made it worse. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder so maybe not seeing her for a while is a good thing although when I passed by today I could tell by the look on her face she wanted me to walk her to her car again. I couldn't bare to even look at her anymore and it wasn't because I was bitter towards her. It was because I'm still having trouble accepting everything she told me. But what do I know?
I'm just a soon to be heart doctor that knows everything about the heart, but nothing about the "heart". At least I can say I tried. I could of not even started talking to Angie and then I would of had 100% chance of failure. Oh well guess I'll just have to date Shelly. Haha, just kidding.
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