Now, picking up where I left off yesterday....
It was almost a year after the wedding that Rourk and I crossed paths again. I was visiting Dana and Doug. That guy I was dating at the time of the wedding had dumped me. Well, he did. No use mincing words about it. I was feeling bad about that and anxious because in a few months I would be moving to Tallahassee to attend graduate school. I needed a change of scenery if only for the weekend.
I believe I drove to Cookeville on Friday afternoon. On Saturday I spent time with my friends and I don't remember Rourk's name coming up in our conversations. It might have, but if it did I don't remember anything about it. As I sit here trying to sort out the details of the weekend I am surprised by how hard this task is for me. Like, I am fairly sure Dana and Doug cooked for me that Saturday night. I think they made crab ran goon. I was impressed because I thought boiling water and tearing open a package of Lipton noodles was cooking.
The next day was Easter Sunday. I am sure the original plan was that I'd go to church with Dana and Doug and then I'd drive back to Martin that afternoon. So much for planning. We all went to church together and the next thing I remember was following Dana and Doug in my car. I am not even sure why I was following them. I topped a hill and my car shut down. It was like someone just flipped the switch. My car was zooming along and then nothing. After having it towed to a local service station the diagnosis was broken timing belt. Needless to say I wouldn't be driving back to school that afternoon.
I wish that I knew how Rourk came into the picture at this point. Did Doug and Dana whisper among themselves about whether or not they should suggest calling him? Did one of them just think about it and spontaneously mentioned him to me?
I guess that detail isn't important because what it comes down to is that his name was mentioned and it was suggested that Rourk and I get together while I wait for my car to be fixed.
I hesitated. I hesitated a lot. Seriously, my heart had been broken just a few weeks prior to this trip. It is a wonder I hadn't sworn off men completely.
Dana and Doug are relentless. They may not have taken over the situation and bullied me, but that's how I remember it.
They started calling places to track Rourk down.
They called his parents.
They called his apartment. I believe it was finally Rourk's brother that told them he was at the library working on a group project. I am slightly embarrassed to admit this, but I agreed to go to the library to look for him. I am starting to think I looked pretty desperate.
I know that's where we found him, but only because Rourk confirmed as much when we talked about it this afternoon. I remember being in the library, but I don't remember talking to him or seeing him with his group. I was probably mortified and erased this from my memory.... pushed it deep into my subconscious.
CUT.
Sorry, but I have to attend to my children and it is not likely that I will make it back to the computer tonight. You'll just have to hang on a little longer for the ending.
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