MY LIFE - MARCH

Social Experiment #305 - Saturday, March 1, 2003

First off, www.davekreal.com is not going to work when it comes to getting to this site. I'm aware of the problem, it's just going to be a matter of getting my checking account back up before I can resume my premium services.

In the meantime...

This was supposed to be a quiet weekend; a chance for me to rest, get over this cold, and just get my feet back under me.

In the span of 9 hours, that all changed drastically. Not only has this weekend been an adventure thus far, but I no longer had the weekend off.

First things first, I got a call at around 9:15 from work last night stating that Michelle was not going to be able to work her scheduled shift today, which happened to be 4-12, and if I'd come in for her. After some negotiating, I decided to come in 6-12.

The wrench that threw into my plans was pretty significant. I was going to laundry tonight, but instead, I had to move it up to last night. I had five loads to do as well, which meant it wasn't going to be a case of get in, get out, and get home. I also didn't arrive at the laundromat until around 1am, so it was going to be a long night.

Around 3 in the morning, as I was finishing up the last of the loads that I was folding, a girl walked in. She looked cute and she asked if there was a phone in there. I said no. She promptly turned around and I could hear her crying. I walked over to her to see if she was okay (knowing full well she wasn't). She said she was fine and asked if there was a bathroom in the laundromat. I said it was in the back and she went back there.

I put all the baskets into my car, but cleared off the passenger side seat just in case she needed a ride home or something. I stuck around until she came back out, then proceeded to ask her if she did need a ride. She looked at me for a minute, said she lived on the west side and didn't want me to go out of my way. I explained to her that I lived on the west side too, and besides, it would've been better than her trying to walk home at 3am when it was 30° and snowing.

After a couple of minor little stops for things I'm not going to get into to (nor am I going to get into the reason why she needed a ride home), we headed to her house. I found out her name, what had happened, and saw that she was a pretty attractive girl. She asked me to take off my glasses and proclaimed that I looked good without them (what? I look like shit with them? explain that to me).

We got back to her house and she gave me a hug plus a kiss on the cheek before getting out and heading into her house. I decided to pull around and drive by the house on my way out of the neighborhood just to make sure she was going to be okay. I guess it was a good thing I did because I saw her attempting to run down the street. She saw me, jumped back in my car, and explained to me what had just happened.

We went to my house so she could at least use the phone and try and find somewhere to stay. She eventually found her friend, who was with her parents in a hotel near where I work. I told her I would drop her off there and she thanked me for about the billionth time. On the way down there, I tried to keep her mind off everything that had happened, but it was hard to do. She had a really rough night.

We arrived at the hotel around 4am. I told her to give me a call sometime (I had given her my number earlier) and let me know she was okay. She said she would and she went inside.

Right now, I'm going on the assumption that she's okay, but I don't know since she didn't call me today. There's a pretty good chance I'll never see or hear from this girl again, which would be a shame since she did seem like a nice girl, even if she did have a little baggage.

It's not how I wanted to meet a pretty girl. I really wish that I hadn't met her under the circumstances we met under. If we end up hanging out or even more, I would even be tempted to say that fate played a hand in things. I'm not going to go to that extent yet.

What happened to her last night though made me sad and has been on my mind all day. I'm worrying over a girl I barely even know, but it's just the way I am. I can't help it. I felt so bad for her, felt so helpless, yet at the same time, glad that I could do something for her. I just hope she's okay right now.

It's been all I could think about since I got home last night. I really don't even want to write right now because it's not helping me relax, it's not easing my mind. It's only reminding me of what happened, how it happened, and how I don't know how she's doing. It's eating at me in the worst way.

I hope she is okay. I hope I hear from her and she tells me that she's all right. I want to hang out with this girl under less dire circumstances. I don't know if I'm going to get to though. For all I know, she could be dead. I don't want anything to happen to her. There was something about her that I liked, even if she was rough around the edges.

It just makes me sad.

Even worse was trying to work tonight with all that on my mind. I almost wish I had said no so I could've told her I was off all day and she could call me anytime. Instead, I was going to be gone from around 5:30 until 12:30. A lot could've happened in those seven hours.

It was just really hard to focus on work though. Every free moment I had, all I could do was think about her and what had gone on the night before. I kept telling myself to hope for the best, that was she was okay, she just didn't get a chance to call.

But who knows. She could've lost my number by now. If that's the case, then I probably never will hear from her again. I can accept that, I just don't want to. If there's ever been a situation where I've wanted a happy ending, it's this one.

I just don't know if there will be one. Girl, if you're out there, let me know you're okay. It's all I ask right now.