So after that week, nothing. It made me feel terrible, honestly. Michelle didn't return my phone calls and I felt like that incredible, crazy week was just a joke. It left me with a lot of fantasies which I thought about, but that was it. A few months later, she came to visit for New Years, albeit with a new boyfriend who looked like something out of a movie -- the guy was a moron, but ridiculously good looking. The vacation, the one I was looking forward to more than anything, came and went with a thud. Michelle told me one night when she was visiting that our entire adventure was basically just a joke; She didn't mean any of it, she said. It was just circumstance.
I tried not to let it get to me. Confusion? Oh, I was definitely "confused" in the sense of I'd never done or felt like that towards anyone since that weekend. But as the months went on, it started to become nothing more than a memory. One, I'll admit, that I lived over and over again in my head, but I realized that everything we had done was I guess, over with. Every time she saw me, she acted as if nothing had happened between us. It was only a couple of hours to our house from her college, so she came home quite a bit, but always acted like nothing had happened.
One day last February I got back to the house (my parents') and saw her car in the driveway. I went inside the house and all the lights looked like they were off, so I assumed Michelle must have gone out with my parents for dinner. I went into the bathroom to pee, and just as I unzipped, I heard something and turned around to find her in the bathtub.
"Can I take a look at that?" she asked. It kind of bothered me. When she said stuff like that, I knew that she was only half joking, She put her hands over her nipples and private area in the tub and was treating me like an infant, yet asked if she could see me. I started to pee, and she got up slightly out of the water to watch me pee. I don't know what her thing was with it, but more than anything, I hated that she could control my attention like that. I purposefully didn't look at her in the bathtub and just rinsed my hands, thinking I would just leave and go to bed. But just as soon as that happened, she spoke to me.
"We broke up. Brian and I are done."
I told her that I was sorry, but tried not to look at her. I knew that I would probably go to bed and beat off thinking of her naked, but tried to keep it to myself. As I was brushing my teeth, she asked -- "Can I ask you a favor? You can say no, and this is a strange request, I know, but I have a proposal for you." I tried to avoid eye contact with her and not to look at her in the tub. I tried to play the gentleman, but the more I looked at her, the more I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She was under the water, so I could keep my cool.
"What's up?" I asked. I was worried what this was about. Her very presence controlled the situation and I felt like a dumbass trying to get a peek at her. In my head, I decided that, even if it cost me an opportunity to see part of her naked, I was not going to let her get the upper hand and make it any kind of deal.
"You're off for the same spring break as me, right? March 8-17?" I told her that I was.
"I know this sounds like it's coming way out of left field, but I talked with mom about it. Would you be interested in coming to Mexico with me? I have the tickets, food vouchers, etc. but Brian is not coming with any longer."
I knew what she was talking about. She and Brian had purchased these all inclusive travel vouchers and now she was on her own. I told her that I would definitely be interested if it was just me and her. I slid out of the bathroom, trying not to look at her. She enjoyed teasing me and asked if I would come back in and scrub her back but I went to bed. If she had left me up countless hours, the least I could do was not give her the attention that she was clearly seeking.
The funny part is, things got real really quickly. My mom told me how great I was for taking care of her and going with her as she was just coming out of her breakup. I packed up a little suitcase and Michelle came by the house and picked me up. Her friend Miranda was driving. We barely said a word to each other as Miranda drove us to LAX. We even hopped on the airplane barely acknowledging each other. I was really tired, and as much of a bad sleeper as I am, I fell asleep on the flight.
The next thing I knew I was awakened in Acapulco. It was clearly a spring break time as the taxi on the way to the hotel past by the usual March time debauchery. I saw people make out in the streets, etc, etc. Finally, we got to the hotel.
