This blog is entitled a Rhapsody to my TAG, TAG being an acronym for someone that I hold very near and dear. Sadly, she has left me. It is of my own doing, and nobody else is to blame. However, in an effort to ease the pain of the loss that I am now suffering, I will write out my thoughts and feelings to her.
This started out as a series of daily emails, or maybe more than twice daily emails, sometimes three, four, five-a-day emails. Yes, I went a little bit crazy, but then, who wouldn't? She's well worth it.
So, here's the story. I met TAG at a birthday party for one of my friends. I wasn't really planning on attending, I just decided on the spur of the moment to go. Well, I was hanging out there, getting a little bored, when I noticed that this girl I knew was walking in with this other girl. This other girl was very sexy, wearing tight jeans on her cute butt and legs, red high heels, and a red shirt. She was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen in my life. I also, however, noticed that she was wearing a wedding ring on her left ring finger, which signified to me that she was taken.
As luck would have it, they chose to sit directly across the table from me, which is when I noticed some other guy with them. He seemed very interested in this woman in the sexy red shirt, so I assumed that it was her husband. As is my custom, I observed the interaction between these three for a while, and discovered that the lady in red had no good feelings towards the man she was with. She was perched on the edge of the chair furthest away from him, her attention solely on her female friend. The only time she really acknowledged his existence was when he leaned over and asked them if they wanted a drink (we were in a local drinking establishment at the time). On one of his forays to the bar to get another round, I leaned over and said, "It seems as if your husband isn't on good terms with you right now." To which she responded, "He is not my husband." This intrigued me, so I inquired as to the relationship between them.
Turns out, this fella just happened to be a co-worker of these two women, and had kind of invited himself along for the night. He had already tried to kiss the lady in red at the local Walmart, where they had stopped for something before heading to the bar. She said that he didn't really know how to kiss, it felt like he was trying to suck her face off, and it was icky. Apparently her disgust for him was evident to everyone but him, and I felt sorry for the guy, having been the unlucky bastard who is trying to win the pretty girl but losing horribly. She kept him around, she told me, because he was willing to not only buy her drinks, but her friend as well. I congratulated her on her obvious fool-proof plan; it seemed to be working rather well.
She then startled me by asking me to dance. I don't remember the song we danced to at all, I was so mesmerized by her sexy body, and how it felt next to mine. I had been divorced about a year and a half at this point, had dated a couple of women, but had never had one I was so immediately intrigued with. She was beautiful, and she smelled wonderful. I was intoxicated, but still the ring on her finger held me at bay. I was not going to be the homewrecker.
As the party ended and the bar closed, the man that had come in with the lady in red was trying to get her to go to another party at a friend's house in a town about 10 miles away, and was being rather persistent in his questioning of whether she wanted to go or not. She was being very nice, telling him she should probably get home, that she and her female friend were going to wait in her female friend's car until they thought they could drive home, then just crash. Well, since I don't drink and was perfectly capable of driving and was within earshot of the conversation, I casually offered a ride to the two young ladies if they indeed needed it, trying my best to be the good guy. They immediately accepted, if only to get rid of this other man. It worked, he left, not very happy. I think that because he was buying drinks all night he thought that he was going to be able to take one of them home with him and get lucky. Alas, it was not his night for good fortune.
So I took these two ladies to my car, where they immediately professed a desire for some sort of food. Since the only thing close was a Taco Bell, I drove them there to the drive-thru, where they ordered burritos and nachos. The lady in red was sitting in the front seat of my car, her friend in the back seat. As they were eating their nachos and burritos and I was driving them back to the bar to get their car, the lady in red professed a desire to get something else to eat, and to maybe wait even a little bit longer til they drove home.
So, we went to Walmart, where the lady in red decided that she wanted cake. I fell in love almost immediately. A gorgeous, sexy, beautiful woman who also decided at 2 a.m. that she wanted cake? This was indeed a strange new creature, and I vowed to get to know her even better, damn the wedding ring. After the cake was purchased, the debate was on as to where to go to eat it. I suggested my house, it being fairly close, and they agreed. I took them to my house where they ate cake. While they were eating cake, we talked a little bit about our lives, about what was going on. I had moved up to the town we were all living in a short while earlier and still didn't know a lot of people, so it was nice to have some friendly conversation. While we were conversing they were texting on their phones to various friends, so I commented that nobody was texting me and I was jealous. It was an obvious bait to the lady in red to get her phone number, and she willingly took it. She texted me, and I now had an in.
But what about the wedding ring? I inquired, and she told me that she had been married only about 3 or 4 months, that her husband was a deadbeat, they had met online and he had moved down, didn't have a job, and they decided one day that they may as well get married. It wasn't working out, but she didn't know what to do. I told her that if it wasn't working out she should get rid of him and find someone that would work out. Her female friend agreed with me surprisingly. An interesting aspect of this is that her female friend had no good feelings towards me because of a misunderstanding where she had only heard half the story and believed it. Thus, there was great animosity on her part towards me. Later on I found out that she had warned the lady in red about me, saying I was trouble. Oh dear, how that would haunt me later.
I then took them back to their car, and told them that I was going to follow them back to the lady in red's house in order to ensure that they arrived there safely. There was no ulterior motive behind my action, merely trying to be a gentleman. So I followed them back to her house and said my goodbyes, went home, and tried to imagine the scene that must be taking place.
As you may have guessed, the lady in red was my TAG, and that is how we met, and where the spark was kindled that would later bloom, dwindle, get blown out, bloom again, then get stomped on by me. It was not intentional, that stomping, but still it happened. That, however is a story for another day. Suffice it to say, she texted me the next day, and a relationship developed that grew into love, and I believe is still love today. These words are an effort from me to maintain a bond with her that I hope will last until she decides she wants to be with me forever, for that is what I now wish. If that happens, then I'm the luckiest man alive.
I love you, my TAG. With all my heart and soul I do. I will always be here for you, will always think of you and will forever honor our love. If you see fit to come back to me, to give our love another chance, then I will be the happiest, luckiest, most blessed man alive. It took losing you for me to really appreciate you, and by then you were gone, although precious little time had passed. I understand I hurt you deeply, more than once. I was foolish, and I see that now. If only my eyes had been opened earlier. I hope with an undying hope that you will one day see that we are meant to be together, and whether that be tomorrow, or next week, or next month, or six months from now, or next year, or ten years from now, you will find me waiting with open arms to welcome you back, no questions asked. Please come back home, my TAG. I will always love you.
Forever yours
Big Poppa
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