“If I were you, I would have shot her a message the day you bailed, not stuck a note to her door.” There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and it sounds like my agent is rummaging around for something. “Forgot to tell you, Molly sent along an envelope. I’m supposed to give it back to you.”
Fuck. She sent back the envelope?
“Can’t you just give me her damn number so I can resolve this?” I hesitate. “Please.”
He sighs. “One of these days, you won’t have to learn about women the hard way. One of these days, you’re going to listen to me from the beginning and not go rogue.”
“Learn about women from you? What are you, my dating coach? No—you’re my agent. And I seem to recall you not only borrowin’ me a truck so I could go see the boys, but you sendin’ it to the house so I wouldn’t have to be seen at the dealership.”
“One—only because you promised you would lay low. You promised you wouldn’t go to a bar, wouldn’t take them to eat, wouldn’t answer their door. Two—you laid a guilt trip about your father and mother and not having seen your brothers in months and you’re the only father figure they have.” He laughs. “I haven’t had anyone lay a guilt trip on me like that since my ex-girlfriend pretended her baby was my child.”
“Okay, now you’re just being dramatic. Besides, how could I have known those chicks on campus would recognize me?”
Usually, it’s kids and men who geek out when they see me. Unless they’re avid sports enthusiasts, most women couldn't care less or have any idea who I am.
“Always assume someone is watching.”
“That sucks.”
“Well. That’s the reality.”
I hate when he’s right.
“Posey’s number, please.” I’m relentless, and he knows it.
So he gives me the phone number.
At first, I do nothing with it. I don’t call. I don’t message—I just stare at the note in my cell with her name and number on it, committing it to memory like there’ll be a test on it soon.
Then,
Me:Hey, it’s me. Just checkin’ on you ’cause I hadn’t heard back.
Me:You doing okay?
I wait an hour before sending her another one even though the first message does not say delivered, and goes from a blue bubble to green.
Me:I’m sorry I sent that fucking email, Posey. I’m a fucking idiot, okay?
Not delivered.
Green bubble.
Did she get a new phone?
I go online and Google ‘What does it mean when an iPhone message goes from blue to green?’
Answer: it means you’ve been blocked.
Blocked?
But…why?
Technically, I didn’t even do anything wrong, just took the advice from a professional and did what I was told toprotectmyself.
Protect myself from who?
Posey?