After watching Sex and the City and crying over Mr. Casa-yes
again. The only other person I cried
over this much was my ex-boyfriend Warren and that was a 2 year relationship
not one month. My motto for a long time
running was “Another one bites the dust, another fish in the sea, move on.”
That just does not seem to happen with this guy, but I am torturing myself by
not going out and not distracting myself enough. I just keep feeling loss and regret, like it
was my fault. It is less missing and more, “Eff
your lost something great, you’re an idiot.”
But lately I have been a bit too emotional-I guess that is
clearly present in this blog. My phone
rang at 9:00pm on a Friday night and the ID did not show up. I answered and a smooth and sexy voice came
through the phone.
I had avoiding the calls of my one good friend who pulled the
“Lets be romantic card” on me and it sounded like him. He played a guessing game and said, “Don’t
you know who this is baby?”
“Is this Adil?”
And then I flipped my phone over and looked at the ID and it was
Mr. NYC Casa.
“Omg, Omg How are you?”
I could not believe it was him. His English sounded like
perfection and he spoke so beautifully and sounded so sexy. Wow, I was floating
on a cloud.
“I
sit in despair, but God taps me on the shoulder and reminds me everything will
be okay, Priscilla” These people, moments, signs, and words that remind me of
my higher power and his love for me.”
He went on about his companies, running for government
elections, talked about his house in Casa and Marrakech, and he asked about my
life in Casablanca-how I liked it, where I live, and then went on with his
normal routine“lets promise the world to Priscilla all in one conversation.”
“Babe I will take care of you and I will help you get connected
with the right people.” “I will be there soon.”
“You don’t give up and I don’t give up either.” Maybe this is a
blessing for you and me.”
Even if these words were a lie, they were they were the sweetest
tasting lies.
“Everything
will be Alright”
God he had no idea how much I needed to hear that. If there was
anything that came out of that conversation it was those words. Him saying that, “I will be resting on his
shoulder until I get to the top.” He
just knows how to lie so well or maybe they are not lies, but they are the
“Moroccan false promises” because they want to help you and make you feel
comfortable, but then they don’t deliver.
The
pizza is ordered, but it doesn’t get delivered on time and actually it ends up
getting delivered to someone else’s house
All the right lies I needed to here. I got off the phone feeling
so happy and then I had an epiphany about what happened last time-the false
promises of going to Marrakech for the summer, me packing my bags and we never
ended up going-what a fool to sit and be happy when this man wasted so much of
your time.
I decided he is not a focus or a priority, but just someone who
maybe I will see or maybe be a good network for Casablanca-that is it because I
can not date another busy, unavailable man like Mr. Bigg.
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