Heroes and lines

Heroes in movies are heroes because they act magnificently right and their lines are perfect. Being a movie addict, I have spent my whole life looking for heroes in real life, expecting “normal” people to say the right word at the right moment. Needless to say that it was a bit like looking for a needle in a haystack. But I have never lost hope. And I was right.

I remember the one time I was very mad at him. Not mad, FURIOUS. I haven’t seen him the whole summer. We were not together, we were having a “thing” but not really discussed about it. Then he went away for two months. Somehow, we ended up in the same city somewhere in Europe. I did not want to contact him or meet him, knowing that the best setting for us was at home, when we really had time for each other. But one day, on Facebook messenger, somehow we started to chat and agreed to meet the next evening. I suggested a small and short coffee meeting. I got stuck with the idea of seeing him only back home. He insisted for a dinner. I said yes to him, said no to my friend for a last dinner in this city. I had chosen him over my friends, which was not really my usual style in friendship. I was half convinced about my decision, half excited to see him again. I was not really in my best shape that day, struggling a bit with my inner self (very usual behavior by the way!).

We were supposed to meet at 8pm. At 6pm, I got two missed calls from him. I feared the worst. And indeed, it was the worst. He called me to cancel the dinner. He had something very important to do that evening and could not make it. He said he could come by my hotel later on after his event. Or we could meet back home two weeks later. I saw black. The sky was suddenly black. I could not hear the end of his sentences. I was furious. I had cancelled on my friend. I already had a bad feeling about this meeting. I could not say a word and hung up.

I went back to the hotel, staying in my room, staring at the ceiling (very usual behavior !), thinking first, then crying next. Crying out of rage. Long cries with noisy sobs. It seemed to last forever. Then I called my friend and went out quickly to eat something. “I don’t know what happened there and who is the guy but you should not be that affected.”, my friend said. “You should never show a man that you are that upset. Always have the upper hand and never let down all your cards.” After his sentence, I was furious with my friend too. I left the restaurant. I could kill everybody on my way back to the hotel.

Like a teenager, I wrote him an inflammatory mail. I told him that it was inacceptable and I did not want to see him ever again. At the time, it sounded so right and mature (ha, here I need to smile), every word was well chosen and put. My disappointment was totally justified. Then I hit the button “Sent”. That evening, I was hardly seventeen years old, mental age (now I smile about that, but believe me, it was not a funny evening back there).

A few hours later he answered: “I am sorry I had to cancel. But I had an opportunity to be in that event and it is not everyday I can see that. For the rest, we will talk in person back home.”

I was still furious. The answer was not that bad, I had to admit. Short, sharp, right to the point. I stopped crying and fell asleep.

The next day at the airport, I went back to fourteen years old, mental age. I decided to remove him from my friends on Facebook. Damn mature! A symbolic act for teenagers. Imagine me at the airport, pushing the button “Unfriend”,  “Sure you want to unfriend this person?”, “Yes”. Gone. Out. Dead. Go away ! And I cried again, like a baby (now I laugh out loud). A man sitting next to me in the plane looked at me with pity: “Are you sure you are ok? I hope nothing that bad happened to you.”

I wanted to answer in my sobs: “I unfriended him” but I restrained myself from saying that because really I can look young but not like a 14 years old girl either.

Two days after that dramatic episode, he called me from abroad. We talked a bit. I told him about my miserable evening back there in the hotel and that I really wanted to never see him again. Even if I knew that I was overreacted but it was what I had felt at the moment.

He said: “How could you believe just for a second that you and me, it would be over like that. How could you think that we could end our story just like that.” (if this was written on a piece of paper, I would highlight this answer in bright yellow…)

I told him that I would connect him again on Facebook because I was being reasonable again after our phone call.

He said: “Yes. But I am now on an island with very few access to Internet. If I cannot accept right away your friend request, please don’t get mad and act crazy, ok?”

So, sometimes it happens.

Sometimes you get a chance to meet a hero in real life, the one who knows the lines and how to manage your crazy moods.

Moral of this story: “Ladies, keep your great expectations and wait for a “movie-hero alike ” person !” (now I reach at least the mental age of 19 – yes, let’s say, 19…)

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