Almost two weeks had passed since I went out with James to settle my brother's gambling debt and while I felt that it went well overall and that we enjoyed our time together, I had not heard from him so I was beginning to wonder if I was mistaken. I did not want to bring up the subject with my brother Josh, but I did not like wondering if I missed some obvious sign or if I somehow upset James by leaving his apartment without waking him. In the end I decided that I would rather have clarity so I decided to ask Josh if he heard anything and apologize if I had to or simply accept the fact that James was not as much of a gentleman as I thought.
I was finishing my dinner when James returned home, stopping by the kitchen to say hello and grab a beer before heading to the shower. We exchanged a few words about the day and general odds and ends before I posed the question: "Have you spoken to James recently?"
Josh looked at me curiously and replied, "No, I was planning to ask you the same question. I believed that it might be a subject that you preferred to steer away from for some reason or other and kept my curiosity to myself. I may not hear from James during the week unless we have a card game planned but under the circumstances I expected to hear something this week. Were you rude or impolite to my friend, Rob?"
"I certainly don't think so and you know that I did everything that I understood to be required by your foolish bet. I am a bit confused since I thought that we got along well and would have expected a call within a day or two of seeing him. Maybe he didn't like me as much as he thought that he would and has no interest in seeing me again, but even if that is true, I would expect that he would be upfront and tell me or at least tell you to tell me that he was being transferred to Beirut or something."
"Well, let's give it another day or two and if you still don't hear from him, I will make a call and ask if we are planned for cards next week," he said. "This should be enough of an opening for him to say something but if he still doesn't take the hint, I will ask him directly."
"Thanks, Josh, I appreciate it," I replied.
On the second day after speaking to Josh, I received a text from James, very long and apologetic with a hint of embarrassment:
"Hi Robin, I can fully understand if you simply delete this text and ignore me, but I am hoping that you will hear me out before doing anything that drastic. You deserved better from me, and I embarrassed myself and I am sorry. I called Josh today to ask if he would speak to you on my behalf before I contacted you, but he wouldn't hear of it. I would like to make amends and explain things face to face so would you agree to have dinner with me tomorrow night, no strings attached? If you don't feel like dinner, will you join me for a drink and give me 20 minutes to explain myself before walking out? I am very sorry for not calling you after our first meeting and this poor decision has haunted me ever since. Please meet me for dinner. James"
After reading the text several times, I called Josh to get his opinion since he spoke to James directly and was privy to nuance and tone, something that doesn't come through in a text. He was direct in his thoughts: "James sounded contrite and seemed genuinely embarrassed. I didn't want to get into details with him, so I hustled him off the phone and told him to speak to you and I think that he dreaded making the call, which is a good sign. If it were up to me, I would listen to him before telling him to get lost. I still think that he's a decent guy, and you could do worse, but I will back you up in whatever decision you take, just don't be a heartless bitch."
I smiled to myself and replied, "Fair enough. He asked me for dinner tomorrow evening so he is prepared to pay for me to listen to him so I will give him that much. Thanks for your input."
"No problem. You're on your own tonight so don't wait up for me. I'll see you tomorrow night--assuming you make it home after dinner," he said with a laugh.
James and I met in the restaurant where we had dinner with Josh a few weeks back to set up our initial evening together. James was sitting at a table off to one side of the dining room sipping a beer when I arrived. I wanted to greet him with a kiss on the cheek but in tossing the idea around in my head on the way over, I decided against it and left such familiarity temporarily on the side until I understood why I hadn't heard from him. Maybe I was being overly sensitive to a minor slight, but I knew that I had to set some basic rules for proper behavior and a call within a day or two after having sex is not too much to ask. If the situation were reversed, I definitely would have called him. What's good for the gander is good for the goose so to speak.
James stood up as I walked over and awkwardly gave me a hug, saying, "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable hugging you, but I couldn't stop myself. I've missed you, Robin, and I hope that you can forgive my rudeness."
"If it makes you feel any better, I will admit that I had to talk myself out of kissing you hello. If we both feel uncomfortable at this point, I take it as a positive sign," I said.
