Phoned In, Zoned Out

Story Submitted by Chris:

Jocelyn and I had arranged to meet in front of a restaurant.  I parked my car on the street, about a block away, and walked to the place.

When I made it there, I saw her.  She was on her phone.  I approached her and waved hello.  She smiled and waved back, then held up a finger to imply that she'd be off the phone shortly.  Two minutes later, she was still on the phone, I gathered, with a friend, as she would laugh occasionally and add a seldom, "Did he really?  Oh my God…" to the conversation.

After a good few minutes, I asked her, softly, "You planning to wrap it up?"

She nodded and said into the phone, "Marissa, I'm going to go.  I have plans."  She then listened to whatever Marissa's response was, and she laughed, then went right back into conversation, as if I wasn't there at all.

I left, as I was tired of waiting.  "Where are you going?" Jocelyn called after me.  I heard her say, "I've got to go," into her phone, and she chased me down.  "Hey," she asked, "What's wrong?"

I said, "You do remember that you had a date with me tonight, right?  Am In interrupting something?"

"No!  No.  I had to take that call.  It was–" her phone rang.  She looked at the caller ID, then told me, "Hang on a sec."

She picked up the phone and said, "Hi, Talia!  What's up?"  I waited to hear if it was an emergency, if Jocelyn really had to take the call.  Then, a moment later, she snorted into the phone, giggled, and said, "No, I have a minute.  What's up?"

I turned and left, this time faster.  Jocelyn didn't say anything to me, but she followed me, still on the phone.  I made it back to my car and climbed in.  She opened the passenger side door and climbed in, herself.

"What are you doing?" I asked, "Get out of my car."

She turned away from the phone and said, "I'll only be another minute!  Stop being so touchy."

I stepped out of my car and she did the same thing.  I walked a little way down the block, and as I predicted, she followed me, still on her phone call. 

At once I ran back to my car, she ran after me, but she was too slow.  I jumped in and locked the doors.  She banged on the passenger side door until I pulled away.

I certainly wasn't going to contact her, and it was about three days before she reached out to me.  A simple text that read: "So wanna try that again?"

Nope.