I'm glad it wasn't personal. Part 2

So after an awkward dance of avoiding one another (at least on my end) at kickball on Monday I called my Mom to fill her in on the events of the previous evening.
"Mackenzie. If you want to talk to him. Talk to him." said my Mother, ever the cut-and-dry, voice of reason and practicality in my life.
"I know. I should just talk to him. But he has my phone number and he stopped talking to me. If he wanted to talk to me, he would." Even as I said it I knew I sounded like petulant child.
"Well, Mackenzie, you know how I feel about that nonsense. If you want to talk to him. Talk to him. And when you do, tell him I said hello." Some of you readers may remember Mom met Zach in Kentucky.
"I'm calling Courtney." I said hanging up and dialing my best friend's phone number.

"Well, I don't think he deserves a phone call from you after the way he acted." She said once hearing the story and learning that I was considering calling him in an attempt to clear the air.
"Yeah. Maybe not. But I don't want things to be weird every single time I see him."
"I know. But he seems like an idiot."
"You may be right. I'll sleep on it."

I woke up glad I hadn't called him, but still feeling like I wanted to reach out somehow.
I know! I'll send out a text, inviting people over for the 4th of July BBQ.

The text looked something like this:
"Hey guys! Having a BBQ/house party on the 4th. Feel free to come by. If you want something other than bourbon or tofu, bring it!"

And then I waited.

A few hours later I got this response from Zach
"Thanks! By the way who is this? (New phone)

Really... Who is this? Did you also lose you power of deductive reasoning when you lost your phone? Who else do you know out here that eats tofu and drinks bourbon? I'm not replying to this right now. This moron can wait. 

Finally, a few hours later, at the encouragement of my friend Dana, I text him back.
"It's Mackenzie."
"Heeeeeeey yo. How are you?" was his nearly instant text back.
"I'm really good! How are you?"
"I'm glad the work week is over. What makes you 'really' good. Saw your friend a 2-3 weeks ago."
I wasn't aware I needed a reason to be really good... And you saw my friend 2-3 weeks ago? YOU SAW ME TWO NIGHTS AGO YOU BIG IDIOT! Was he pretending not to see me, or did he really not see me... Boys are weirdos.
"Which friend?" I asked playing dumb since I already knew he had seen Allison two weeks ago at kickball. "And life is just going really great right now. Work is amazing. My family was out for a bit, I've had a steady stream of friends visiting."
"The one from AZ. Totally forgot her name. Awesome about the family coming out."
"OH! Allison. Yeah. She and I live together now."
"So it did work out? Where did you find a place?"
"Yep. We are on the peninsula." And you should already know that because my address was in the original text message!
"Jealous."
"Well you are welcome to visit any time. We have an extra parking space."
"Hahahaha. The parking space element humored me."
It humored you did it? Interesting choice of words... "Down here that is a real selling point."
"Well congrats on the new joint!"

As Zach and I continued to text each other Dana and I chatted about the whole weird situation.
"I couldn't not ask why he stopped calling." said Dana.
"I usually don't want to know. I'm usually glad when people disappear! I'm usually the one trying to vanish! I pretend that when I stop dating someone they cease to exist. The not knowing in this instant does drive me crazy though!"
"Ask him!"
"Ok! I'm doing it!"

"So... why did you stop calling me?" I texted.
"I can't point an exact finger on it. But work slammed me, and pretty much has since then. And I traveled alot, and I guess out of sight out of mind, as shitty as that sounds."
"Well, I'm glad it wasn't personal." I always kind of worried he had heard about the blog or something.
"No. Besides the cat. I was pushing my own boundaries with that."
WHAT! You mean to tell me that you stopped dating me because I had a cat! WTH! And every time you came over you played with Sprinkles and acted like you liked him. Oh good grief. This is ridiculous. 

But instead of flipping out I responded with this. Which I found hilarious.

Evidently, he didn't find it quite so humorous because he didn't respond.

Oh well. 

The next day, while lying on the beach with Dana, Kelsey, and Allison my phone buzzed.

"Well, well, well... guess who just text me asking if he can come over?"

"Zach?!" they all said.

"Yep."

"What are you going to say?" asked Kelsey.

"I'm going to tell him sure." I said typing out the message.

"Cool. Rolling deep?" He typed back.

"Fine." I text, assuming he meant he was bringing some friends over as well.

"Rolling deep? Who says that? Where are we? Compton?" asked Kelsey when I read his reply.

"Well I guess we can assume he's bringing friends... And on that note, I should probably shower." I said standing up and dusting the sand from my legs. "And maybe shave my legs..."

As the evening wore on and more friends congregated, Zach never showed. But I didn't really care. I was having fun with my friends. Eventually I got a text from him saying they'd gotten stuck at a bar about a mile from my house and apologizing. 

Dana texted back from my phone, "Fine." 

And for once, it really was fine. 

I'm sure I'll see him at kickball again, and maybe we'll chat and things won't be weird. 

Or maybe we'll chat and things will be super weird. Maybe we won't even chat at all. 

But regardless of what happens, it really will be fine.