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Tuesday, August 3, 2010 | 12:43 AM | 0Comment

Hey, Internet.

Last night, I received this text message from Best Friend Rose at about 11:20.
"So ricky bobby just called me".

At the time, I was reading a book, and it opening it and reading it, I nearly had a heart attack. You know, the ones I always seem to have.
I try to play it cool, and I say, "Ricky Bobby who? Ricky Bobby 'Jones'?" Ricky Bobby's actual name is one of the most popular and overused boys' names in my generation. Literally, you could probably guess it within five minutes. As a result, we personally know about 6 or 7 "Ricky Bobbys", and we usually need to differentiate.

Of course, this one isn't the case, because Best Friend Rose knows that there's only one Ricky Bobby to me that matters. Which is why she replied with, "Lol. No. Ricky Bobby (insert last name here), or however you spell his last name." And I knew she could see past my ruse.

At this point, my stomach was churning and working itself into a knot. I sat up in bed and attempted to cool myself down. I replied, "Haha ohhhh gotcha. I'm pretty surprised I didn't guess that first. So how'd that go? That's so random. Lmao"

The whole deal with this conversation was that it was frustrating, because Best Friend Rose is on vacation in Southern Texas, and apparently either my phone's service or her phone's service was being faulty, and I had to wait for her response, and upon realizing that she probably hadn't even gotten the message, I had to send it again. Usually by the third time, it got through.

She said, "i know!! Lol. Ha I know well I didn't answer and he left a message and was with Johnny. i called them back but they're idiots. lol"

Even more curious--well, okay, anxious now--I replied with, "Hahah of course. They would do that! Lmfao idiots. So no meaningful conversation then, huh?" I think my sarcasm was lost within text, and it wasn't as effective. Oh well.

She said, "Lmao nope. Called me a bitch twice in the message tho lolol. Not serious, I assume."

As I read that, my eyebrows rose. I pictured Ricky Bobby and Johnny, most likely high somewhere, shouting obscenities at my best friend through Ricky Bobby's cell phone on speakerphone and then laughing hysterically at it. I don't know why it faintly bothered me, I mean, I've never missed an episode of Family Guy, for pity's sake. You'd think I'd be completely desensitized to things like this by now. I still can't put my finger on why it bothered me.

I replied coolly, "Haha oh my god. Just lovely." And then I told her to go look at my new pictures on my Facebook.

There was no reply, even after the third time I sent it, so I assumed she was asleep.

Lately, I've gotten this weird feeling.
You know that paranoid feeling you get when there are some people near you, whispering, and you know they're talking about you. but at the same time they would never come right out and say it?

Well. That's what I've been feeling lately. Except not with groups of people, and not in a public place. Instead, it's Ricky Bobby, and on his Facebook.

I don't know if you've ever been convicted of this, Internet, but I know I have: I have this habit of making obscure, indirect status updates when I want to let something out about a situation, or my feelings about a certain situation. Yep, I'm one of those people. One of those people who take a certain line from a song, put it as their status, and hope the person it's about reads behind your subtlety and takes the hint.

Well, Ricky Bobby makes those all the time. And I mean all the time.
And I know what you're thinking: Sarah, you've overreacting again. He's most likely just putting random lyrics from random songs on his Facebook, and even if they are directed at somebody, it's most likely not you.

I don't blame you at all, that's what I'm almost positive of too. But I have this feeling. My instincts are telling me otherwise.
Sometimes instincts can be wrong. But sometime they aren't.

On Facebook, when someone puts lyrics in their status updates, I get curious and Google the lyrics, just to see what their musical tastes are. RB is no different.

A few days ago, I put used a quote in my status from the song "Breakthrough" by Colbie Caillat. A good summary of the lyrics comes from the first verse, chorus, and part of the second verse:
Why is it so hard? It was so long ago. I don't know where to start, or what to say to you. I've been all alone, needing you by my side. But its not too late. Maybe we just needed time. Can we try to let it go? If we don't, then we'll never know. I try to break through, but you know that its up to you. We say that time is meant to heal, but it still hurts inside. I wish that none of this was real, cause we're so far behind.


Which, I'm sure you notice, I can relate to. Anyway, I posted the, 'Can we try to let it go? If we don't then we'll never know' part. Then, just a little later that day, Ricky Bobby posted, 'I'd rather be blind than to see you walk away from me', which is from, I assumed, the Rod Stewart version of 'I'd Rather Go Blind', since I don't think he's the Beyonce type. Parts of the lyrics include:
I would rather, I would rather go blind girl, than to see you walk away from me child. So you see, I love you so much, I don't want to see you leave me baby.


Which is nothing, right? But wait! Here's the weird part! I experimentally posted the next part of the 'Breakthrough' lyrics as my status, "I try to break through, but you know that it's up to you." And then, I swear, not even an hour later, Ricky Bobby posted, 'Those happy hours, That we once knew though long ago, still make me blue', which is from the song, 'I Can't Stop Loving You' by Van Morrison. I need to post all the lyrics for this one.

I can't stop loving you, since I made up my mind to live in memories of a lonesome time. I can't stop wanting you, it's useless to say. So I just live my life in dreams of yesterday. Those happy hours, oh, those happy hours that we once knew, Oh, that we once knew So long ago, so long ago, baby, still make me blue. Yeah, still make me blue. They say the time, they say that time, heals a broken heart, heals a broken heart. But time has stood still, but time has stood still, since we've been apart. Oh, since we've been apart. I can't stop loving you, since I made up my mind. Living in, live, live, live, live, live, live in memories of a lone, lonesome time.
I can't stop wanting you, it's useless to say. So I just live my life in dreams of yesterday.


So, you get the basic point. The thing that most caught my attention, other than the fact that Ricky Bobby could possibly listen to such romantic songs, was the 'time heals a broken heart' part and the needing you parts. That was...alarming.

Either it was a strange, oddly timed and specific coincidence, or it was done purposely. The songs that we used were almost identical in meaning.

It was...odd, to say the least. But since then, nothing else like that had happened. Until last night, when he called Best Friend Rose.

And the thing is, I don't think this is too terribly random, either. For the past few months, I may have or may have not been putting lyrics from songs in my statuses directed at him, and I may or may have not 'liked' certain pages that could pertain to him. Maybe. And maybe he noticed.

RB and Best Friend Rose hadn't talked since the day he moved away. And he decided to call her, randomly and out of the blue. Rose said it was pretty much the last thing she expected. Coincedence? Maybe. Maybe not.

All I know is, if this is his stupid, immature, twisted way of somehow trying to reach out to me, he's going to have to do better than that. If he wants to talk to me, he should grow some cajones and talk to me, and not send all these obscure, weird signs, if that's even what they are.

Oh, and just in case you haven't noticed by now...I gave up on lying to myself and to all of you guys. I'm sorry.

I still like him.

It's too much work trying to pretend like I don't. It wasn't helping anybody. And it feels better now that I can actually admit it.

But whatever I do, I'm not going to act on it. I'm not the same helpless, naive girl I was two years ago. I'm not going to chase him anymore.

If he's worth anything, and if he's really trying to reach out to me, he can do it up front like a man. And if he doesn't, then I'm not going to bother. I have more dignity, more strength than I did before. I know who I am.

I won't let him degrade me again.

xo Hopeless Romantic

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