Should I Call Her
Written by -M. Taggart
‘You’ve been sitting here for an hour thinking about calling her.’
The sun wouldn’t set for another two hours. He liked sitting on the deck and doing this. Watching. Thinking. Drinking beer. What would be the same if he did call?
‘Honestly. Tell me what you’re doing with this? It’s been three days.’
‘It’s a bit like holding onto sleep when you’ve first woken up. You know you’re awake. You want to get up because you know you should be up, but you don’t get up and instead you do nothing.’ Nick said feeling he’d described it as best as he could, but also feeling like he’d left something out.
‘I think you should. There’s your phone. Pick it up. Call. You said she’s interested. How do you know again?’
‘She told me she was. She walked up to me and told me to call her. She took my phone and put her number in the contacts. Smiled and walked away.’
‘And now it’s been three days and you’ve done nothing. Why? Want to sit on this deck forever and look at the sun go down?’
A Blue Jay was screaming. It had just landed in a bush, down below the deck, and now screamed. He wished he knew if the bird was male or female. He should know the difference, thought he had, but now wasn’t sure.
‘Do you have any more of that whiskey? The Whistle Pig whiskey?’
‘I do. Not sure that I want any. It’s where it always is.’ Nick said without looking at Chad. Chad walked into the apartment and came back with two glasses, ice in a dish, and the Whistle Pig whiskey.
‘You know, Nick, you not knowing if you want this whiskey is much like you not knowing if you want to call her. There’s no point in doing nothing other than wasting time. It’s either you do, or you don’t. Once you’ve made that decision, the rest happens. And, you can’t control it.’
A second Blue Jay landed near the first Blue Jay. They both sat on branches near one another and screamed. The sun had dipped. Chad poured two whiskey drinks, added one ice cube to each, and sat down.
‘I don’t like ice in mine.’ Nick said. He let the ice float. Watched as it diluted the whiskey.
‘Nick, she might not be interested anymore. Think of that? Maybe she’s found another guy to give interesting ideas about being interested. You taking three days to call her isn’t ideal. Not in my opinion. Maybe she doesn’t want to hear from you now. Better not call.’
The Blue Jays had stopped screaming. They sat and looked at whatever it is that Blue Jays look at. The sun had dipped slightly more.
‘Maybe she isn’t. Maybe I don’t care. Maybe this deck and this view are all I need.’ Nick knew what he said wasn’t true. He felt his lie inside him.
‘That’s fine. Let’s not talk about it more. Did you see the game last night? The Celtics picked up a good one. He’s 6ft 8 with a wing span of a 7 footer. I think he’s an MVP in the making.’
‘Yea. I guess.’ Nick picked up the whiskey drink. Watched as the ice cube floated to the back of the glass as he tipped it. He sipped the diluted drink. ‘Maybe I’ll call her right now.’
‘Good. What’s her name?’ Chad asked.
‘I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t know.’
‘It’s O.K. I’m fine.’
‘I wish I had known, I wouldn’t have asked.’
The sun had dipped slightly more. Chad refilled the whiskey in his glass. ‘Do you want more?’
‘Yes.’ said Nick. ‘What do you suppose happens to the male Blue Jay if he loses her? Do you know? I thought I knew. But now I don’t remember.’
thanks for reading
ps, it’s my birthday. i’m thankful to have another with my wife. i didn’t mean to write this. it just happened.