El was in such high spirits after I gave him all the money I
had in my wallet and then withdrew some from the ATM for him. He could care
less! On our way back to San Diego, we drove past Disney Land. That was a nice
surprise! I didn’t see that one coming, I took a few pictures. We didn’t stop
though. The atmosphere was awkward in the car, only from my side though,
partner here, couldn’t be bothered. He was glad he was going to buy his cart.
He even made me call the lady to ask if it were still available. She didn’t
pick up. I had to keep trying and trying. It’s like, dude, c’mon! First of all
WTF? Where is your shame? Why do you have to keep pushing? Why don’t you have
your own phone? Gosh!
We got stuck in Traffic forever. What should have taken us 2
hours, took us 7. I didn’t feel sorry for him one bit. I wasn’t in no rush, he
had to work the following day, oh well, too bad, too sad. That’s what happens
when you weird people out. We finally got hold of the lady, she gave us her
address, El doesn’t have GPS in the car, I used my blackberry and we all know
how much power GPS drains from the battery. We barely made it to the lady’s
house and the thing died. The lady tried to make small talk asking where we
were from etc, El gave her all the wrong information. I still don’t know why he
did that, I never bothered to ask.
From there, we battled getting back to Perry’s. It was dark,
we both didn’t know where we were. El was getting frustrated and started
driving like a maniac. That was not how I wanted to die! I tried to calm him
down, which I think made him feel like the Main Man and act up even more. I
resorted to prayer. I said a never ending silent prayer. We finally made it,
after stopping at a few gas stations (garages) for directions. He dropped me off around the
corner from the house. Kiss and good bye. He had another Two hours to drive
back to LA, hopefully, without traffic. He made it! No traffic!
We stayed in touch, my time at Perry’s was running, remember
the infamous 30 day notice he had given me? Yup! I was pressed for time! I was
even thinking of going back to the East Coast. My Jamaican friend, who is such
a sweetheart, told me her house was open for me whenever I needed a place to
stay. I hope I never have to take her up on the offer though. She’s a good
friend and I don’t want to mess it up by us living together. Well, she has a
live-in position, she’s always at work, I would be alone at the apartment, but
still. NO!
Perry, and I were still cordial towards one another. This
one time, she told me I must be bored sitting in the house, all the time, he
offered to drop me off at walmart. Oh Gosh , not another one of those forced
trips to the mall again L.
I didn’t want to argue, I just went along. He told me to take my time, blah
blah blah. It’s walmart! What am I supposed to do in there? Buy more luggage
sets that Elvis was going to diss?
He dropped me off and off he went, he was going to see a
client, and had a few other errands he had to run. He didn’t have his Cellphone
with him, so no matter what, I had to wait until he was back home for me to
call him to come pick me up. He wanted to make sure I was going to be gone a
while. I wandered about aimlessly trying to keep the tears from rolling down my
cheeks. I was sad. Sad someone could be that mean for no reason. He was lying,
I wasn’t at the house all the time. I spent more time at the library than at
the house. Anything to stay away from him. It had been raining those few days,
so I wasn’t going to walk 30 mins one way to the library in the rain to use the
internet which we had at the house. I went to the Dollar Tree (just like the 99
Cents store, only you pay a cent more), got myself some snacks and walked up
the street to a park I saw on our way to Wal-Mart. People kept complimenting me
on my boots, which was nice cos it put a smile on my face. If only they knew. I
got to the park and found a spot with a bit of sunshine and had a little picnic
for one. It was cold. I called my Jamaican friend, we talked on the phone for a
while, then I walked around some more, then back to Wal-Mart. By the way,
before Perry drove off, he wound down the window and told me to buy a few
things for the house while at WAl-Mart. Someone drives you to the store without
your consent, then forces you to buy groceries, what the heck’s wrong with this
picture? I asked what he wanted me to buy I already had a list of things I was
going to get for the house but he’s so smart, he told himself that I’m that
useless. Even though everything I used in the use, I bought myself. It boggles
my mind why people can never acknowledge the things I (I’ll speak for myself) do. They act like you’re
just sponging off them, when you don’t. So annoying! Anyway, he was like, “butter,
coffee, bread, sugar, creamer......” I told him I have all those things on my
list, anything else? Mind you, majority of those things are for him. I don’t
drink warm beverages, he’s the coffee person, using a Coffee machine I bought
him with my own money my first week there because The Ex took theirs, he was
the one who was going to drink the coffee, with the creamer and sugar. I don’t
use sugar and I don’t like eggs etc. But I humoured him, I even bought treats
for his dogs.
When he came to pick me up, I had a cart (trolley) full of
stuff, he got out, helped me. Then felt bad and told me I didn’t have to spend
so much. Uhm, I did! This was all your idea Jass A**. One minute I am spending
money on Elvis, the next on Perry, can a sista get a break? He was in such high
spirits when we got back to the house. I wasn’t. Not really! I went straight to
my room and talked to El on the phone for ever and felt better. He told me that
he wanted to spend New Year’s together, he was then going to buy me a luggage
set and give me my money back. I could’ve told him not to worry about refunding
me but I wanted to see if he meant it. Even though I had already wrote the
money off, I was going to learn a lot about him from whether he was going to
pay me back or not.
Closer to New Year’s El got his work Schedule and he was
going to be working that day and on New Year’s Day. He told me, I could take
the train to LA, he was going to refund me. Yeah sure! I believed him. NOT. Plus,
I wasn’t about to travel all the way to LA in hopes that he was going to pick
me up at Union Station, he doesn’t have a Cellphone, I mean he has a landline,
but what good is that? It’s a magic Jack, it only works when the computer is
turned on. I didn’t really know where he lived, so what would’ve my backup plan
been had he not shown up? I wasn’t willing to risk it.
I used to go for walks or go to the library and just tell
Perry, I was going for a walk. When he, out of the blue mentioned the he knew I
was seeing someone. I blatantly refused it, just for the heck of it!
Me: What on
earth would possess you to assume such a preposterous thing?
Him: Well you
went away for a few days around Christmas.
Me: I went to
the library.
Him: Dressed like
that?
Me: Yup, why
not? It was Christmas day!
Him: But you
stayed overnight?
Me: So? It was a
Christmas day special!
Him: you’re
messing with me
Me: What about
you? Are you seeing someone, Perry?
Him: Who? Me?
What? Why, Whaaat? Why are you asking me that?
Me: hahahahaaaaaa
The dog’s had a birthday, well, their birthday’s are a day
apart. One was adopted, so they just picked a random date as her birthday.
Perry got an email from The Vet wishing one of the Dog’s a happy birthday, that’s
how he remembered. He told me how the dogs love birthdays. We quickly went to
Wal-Mart to get stuff for the party. We were going all out. I was excited,
something different, you know? We got German Cake mix, Lots of meat, Perry told
me how much the dogs love meat and cake, especially on their birthday, because,
somehow, they know! Great! Let’s do it!
I was so hungry, I got us some chicken wings and potato
wedges while in there, yumness! He got fire wood and all, it was gonna be a
party up in there!
We got to the house, he started the fire (I can’t help think
of Billy Joe’s song, we didn’t start the fire typing this J), and started
baking. It was dark and cold in San Diego
that night. He played music outside, the dogs were hanging out by him as they
always do. I remember Perry gave me a piece of meat to sample, The dogs were
all over me like white on rice, I gave them both small pieces. He was like, “don’t
give the dogs any meat! This meat is for us. They’re not getting any of it?” I
was like, what in the heck is going on here? I thought this was the dogs’
party, how come we get to eat all their stuff, this can’t be fair! He asked me
if I thought he went all the way to the store and went through all that trouble
for dogs? He loved them bug not that much, I guess. He had told me they also
love cake, but they got none of that. You bet I snuck them some when he wasn’t
watching ;)
New year’s eve came, Perry was invited over to his Rich
Friend/ Partner’s Mansion for a barbecue (braai). He didn’t really want to go,
he wasn’t feeling well, he had a lot of work blah blah blah, Go! Just go!
Nobody wants to spend New Year’s eve with you! Get out of here! I said it more
politely, of course. We went to Walmart, he bought me Red velvet cake mix and Oven
Pizza. He knows how domesticated I am, He knew I wasn’t going to cook, so he
got me easy to fix stuff. You should’ve seen him work me through how to prepare
everything, even though they all had directions on the box, sweet J
He packed an overnight bag and was out. I couldn’t wait!
That month, I’d been obsessively watching Serial Killer Documentaries (and
Friends). I brought the dogs inside the house, locked up and watched Some Scary
stuff. There’s this one, he was Italian, they couldn’t prove he was the
murderer so they had to film him. I remember watching a real video of him stalk
a woman in the bushes. It was in broad daylight! He parked his car, and “went
for a walk” in some deserted park/bushes. This woman was walking through the
area, serial killer dude, hid behind trees and literally stocked him. The
thought that she wasn’t aware that someone was out there planning to kill her
creeped the living daylights out of me! He had what looked like a laptop bag
with him with a change of clothes. More like his murder kit, balaclava, gloves,
etc. Anyway, my point is, when I saw that, got up to get some water from the
kitchen and saw the Canyon which was literally out back yard, I died! I was
like, what if there’s someone out there coming for me. If I looked close
enough, I could see him, I tell you! It was too late to talk to anyone back
home, in South Africa, so I had to suck it up. There are no blinds or curtains
at the back, facing the canyon. Gosh, what to do! What to do! I brought the
dogs in my bedroom, I was so convinced I was going to be serially killed that
night haha. I don’t even scare easily! Do you think I stopped watching? The
more scared I got, the more thrilling the shows were, I wasn’t about to stop!The
dog started barking non stop, I could swear it knew something. All of a sudden,
I got all superstition, I remembered how they said bitches (or female dogs )
can tell when there’s a bad spirit around, oh Lordy. How I wished those dogs
could talk that night! In fact, it wasn’t even night time yet, it must have
been around four in the afternoon but it was so quiet!
Early evening, I baked my red velvet and pizza and had some
for dinner with the dogs ;)
I finally changed channels and watched Friends cos I was
killing myself. Later on, El got off work, he called me. We stayed on the phone
until the New Year. It was lovely!