Out of the Woodwork…

Out of the Woodwork…
Someone once said to me that you have to have a man to get a man. Meaning that at some basic cave man level, when men get the scent of another man on a woman, she becomes more desirable and they’re more likely to pursue. I have no idea  if there’s any scientific proof of this, but the last 48 hours has me wondering if there’s something to it.
I want to know what caused the phenomenon that started the minute I left the Terminator’s house on Thursday afternoon. Can they smell it in the air that the Terminator had planted his flag?
I was barely down the block from his house when my phone dinged. It was a picture from D., a retired Marine with whom I had spoken briefly a couple of weeks ago and sounded super-interested but then fell off the face of the earth. I didn’t pursue it because I didn’t particularly feel a great attraction, but now here he is, sending me a pic of himself as if to say “remember me?” Yeah I do and I’m not interested. Delete.
A subway ride later there’s a text from T., a guy who I’ve been texting and talking with for a while but we can never seem to connect. “Hey!” he says. I ignore it.
Then the heart-stopper. I was on the phone with my girlfriend later that evening catching up and I get a text alert. After I hang up with her I retrieve it and am stunned. “It’s S. call me.”

S is that 13-year relationship from hell that ended in 1999. I haven’t seen or heard from him since. HOW did he get my number? I start having palpitations. I almost go into full-blown panic attack. WTF!?  The only thing I can think of to do is text back: “Who?!”  This seems to work because I don’t hear from him again. But I know him and I know I’ll hear from him again.

But there’s more!
My ex-husband, father of my son, calls later in the evening to go over our son’s week and weekend plans. He has been in one marriage and two serious relationships after me, but is now going through an extended dry spell. Does he take the time for self-reflection? No. “I need a favor,” he says. He proceeds to ask for relief sex, which is if either of us can’t get laid for whatever reason, the other will fill the void  if possible. Neither of us has had to act on this since we split, but now he was asking. I said sure without a thought, but really, it all depends on what mood I’m in when he calls next week.

Then at 4:30 a.m. my phone rings. Shocked awake, I grab it and see A’s face. The arrogant dude from the hot-sheet motel. Incredulous, I answer. “A?”
“Hi.” his voice all low and murmur-y.
“What?” I’m confused.
“How are you?” He asks.
“I’m sleeping, what’s the matter?” I ask.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” he whispers.
“Listen, let me call you back later,” I say. Hurt me? What the hell?

I end the call and fall back into my pillows, thinking this guy gets more like S. every time I talk to him. S too had a penchant for middle of the night calls. Ugh, not this again, I think to myself.

Consumed by curiosity, I call A. back as I’m headed to work later Friday morning. of course he doesn’t pick up the phone or answer a text. Ok I’m done, I decide. I know this road and I’m not doing this.

Later in the day I hear from the Terminator, saying what a great time he had saying he went kind of hard the day before and wondering how I was doing. “Walking like a rag doll,” I replied.  He wished me a good day but there was no mention of a repeat performance.  We shall see.

Then this morning, two mysterious calls from a blocked number that I happened to miss because I was on the subway. Hmmm. And I finally called S. back later this morning a woman answered the phone. Of course. I pleaded a wrong number and hung up.

Then a couple of hours later, a call from A.  “What are you doing now,” he asks.
“I’m picking up my son from soccer practice.”
“When do you drop him off?”
“I don’t drop him off, he lives with me.”
“So what are you doing tonight?”
“I don’t know yet, it’s too early.” Bullshit, I’m coloring my hair and giving myself a mani-pedi while I watch 48 hours Mystery. But that’s none of his business.
“What time will you be free?”
“Maybe after 8 o’clock.”
“I’ll call you and maybe we’ll do something.”
“Maybe?”
“Yeah. talk to you later.” He hangs up.
Needless to say, I’m not going anywhere with this asshole.
And I’m turning my phone off.

But the question remains, what the heck with all these calls after the Terminator?

4 Comments

  • Ms. Behaves

    April 10, 2012 at 6:43 pm

    phermones radiating to all these guys in different parts of town? LOL. I think there is something biological going on but I find it hard to believe how powerful it is.<br />Thanks for commenting 😉

  • Anonymous

    April 10, 2012 at 3:10 am

    It&#39;s pheromones I tell ya. And it&#39;s real. I get the same kind of responses not only from being with a man, but also in the days/weeks leading up to the start of my cycle. Think it has something to do with men wanting to get that last shot to populate….LOL….(I laugh but I&#39;m telling you, take note around that time..) Great post!

  • Ms. Behaves

    March 19, 2012 at 6:19 am

    Not yet but stay tuned. See my latest post, Re-Awakening.

  • Anonymous

    March 15, 2012 at 8:36 pm

    What happened with the ex did it happen ?

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