Shannon was and is surely a character, but I was the woman allowing for anything he did to continue by entertaining it, thoughI was constantly wondering: is he crazy or honestly just crazy about me?
I’ve entertained relationships in the past where he (insert whatever man’s name here) was way too into me and I was kinda sorta not right there with him. My mom always told me that if I ever get into a relationship with someone, I need to be sure that they like me more than I like them because in the end, it’ll be easier to hold on to them. At least that’s why I thought she always told me that. Let’s just say that I’ve tried it several times because 9 times out of 10 my momma be knowing, but 10 times out of 9, these men (infatuated or not) cannot keep me, nor I them! Which is why we’re here, trying to get kept.
So when someone like Shannon comes along, I don’t automatically distance myself from them. Roll your eyes all you want. I believe in innocent until proven guilty.
Shannon was suspicious, but he wasn’t quite guilty, so I continued answering his texts and phone calls. One early afternoon, I was at work when Shannon sent a text.
“If I fly into JFK today, will you see me?”
I checked the time and wrote back to Shannon, “Sure, we can have dinner.” I mostly shrugged him off because, honestly, I never really believed anything that Shannon said at this point. Most of the time, it felt like any conversation we had always dropped me off in the middle of the chat and I had no idea what happened before the moment I was in. When he asked about flying to New York so casually, it felt like he’d already asked me if he could come and visit.
I sat for a moment thinking about Shannon’s bold query and added, “You ask like we’ve discussed this before?”
“Haven’t I? I asked when we met a couple weeks ago if I should come to New York and you told me t do whatever I wanted to do. I’m doing just that,” Shannon replied. “See you soon!” He ended the text with an airplane emoji and a heart. I did vaguely remember Shannon asking about flying into JFK, but there was nothing that ever came from that moment. So I considered it off the table.
I thought to myself: if this guy is really coming to New York, how exactly will I handle this? I quickly shot my own silly thoughts down: He’s not coming, so it’s whatever.
I went about my day as normal. And when the work day came to a close, I decided to call Shannon to see if I should alter my plans that evening to include him. Shannon didn’t pick up my call and I took that as a sign to continue on with my Monday evening, which consisted of doing the laundry I didn’t make time for that Sunday.