I Like to Hide....

I was reminded, sadly, of this story the other day. A friend and I were in my car, driving, and something was rolling around in my trunk. The friend made a joke like "What, do you have a body rolling around back there?" This time, the answer was no, previously though this answer has been yes.

This relationship was never a good one. I'd like to say I made this choice in a boy because I was young and impetuous, but no. He and I met at the work place, where we had worked with each other for a long time. I had developed a slight crush over the years, but never acted on it. Thanks to our company picnic though (and a beer fight) we started talking and spending some less than quality time together. He, fresh out of a relationship, and I was tired of being on a dating sabbatical. After many months spent together, things started to go sour. Honestly, things had been sour, however I was too "love drunk" or perhaps just constantly drunk to read the many red flags that had gone up. One night though, there was a flag I couldn't ignore. He and I were downtown, a place I have spent many a drunken night and partook in much debauchery. This night would be different. While in a drunken haze, he deliberately starts a fight with me. I now know the fight was just his way of getting out of hanging out with me, a way of being able to meet up with his ex-girlfriend. She, conveniently, lived downtown. After a few angry phone calls and after having thrown, then retrieved my cellular telephone, it hit me: he's with his ex. So, being that I'm not at all crazy and that my insanity is in no way fueled by endless amounts of jack and cokes, I started calling and calling and calling and calling and finally an answer. She answered, his ex, she mistook me for a friend of his by my same name. She yelled at me and then hung up. Oh no she didn't. I called back and called back and circled her block (yes, I was driving, but that's a story for another day). Finally, angry and irritated that she was woken up in the middle of the night by a drunk ex-boyfriend and then by me and that he had just peed in her bed, she answered. Before she could speak, I let go of every thought that was in my head. I gladly explained that her ex-boyfriend, the one trying like hell to get her back, had been spending that last four or five months with me. Naturally, this didn't sit well. There's something about boys cheating that really gets a girl fired up. While I'm still on the phone, and by this time I've parked in front of her building, she wakes him up. Now, this was no easy task considering how highly intoxicated he was, hence the bed wetting. After some time she was finally successful and loudly explained that I was on the phone. Obviously, this did not sit well with him. In his complete drunkenness, he decides that the best option he has is to leave. He gets up, stumbles down the hall and out of the building. From where I was parked I didn't see him exit the building. She then invites me up to her apartment to talk. And by talk I mean divulge all dark secrets and any information I might have. So we completed this exchange of sad, but true, events. We then decide, and yes at this point her and I became a "we", to go on the hunt for a cheating boyfriend/ex-boyfriend. She opts to drive, thank god, so we begin to scourer downtown, but with no luck. Next, we attempt to call, but again, no luck. Finally, as the clock is rounding five in the A.M., we decided to call it a night. She parks, we apologize to each other and go our separate ways. I get into my car, still angry, still shouldn't be driving, still sad that this is really happening. I engage the clutch, shift into gear, when I hear an extremely loud thud sound. Confused, I drive a few more blocks, but the sound only gets louder. Finally, something in my brain clicked, and I thought to myself "no fucking way." I stop, pull the E break, pop the trunk and out comes the boy. Instantly I say "What the fuck are you doing in my trunk!?" His reply was simple, yet to the point, he said "I told you I liked to hide."