My dad asked me to take a trip out to Germany a few years
ago for a furniture convention with one of his top sales executives. I flew
into Frankfurt a day early and stayed in a hostel just south of central station
next to the Main River. It was about mid-March, the city gray, cold and bleak. I
got in on a Saturday afternoon and most of the main restaurants and shops were
closed. There was a strip club just down the block offering an “all you can
drink” special for 35 Euro, but even that would have been a little too low for
my standards. I wandered the streets alone before retiring to a beer garden in
a little plaza.
I walked by a little tourist stand and picked out a
postcard. I sat on a bench and pulled a pen out of my backpack.
Hey W____,
I’ve arrived here
safely in Frankfurt. I’ll be here for another week or so and it is very cold
and is not much what I expected. I wish you were here. I miss you dearly and
hope that school and work are going well. I’ll call you when I’m back. I messed
up and I think we should talk things over.
XOX
Daniel
I bought a stamp and put the postcard in a mailbox. I had
just broken up with W____. We had dated for about 3 months. She was younger and
we had met through one of my brother’s friends. I was in college at the time
and she would drive up to Davis to see me on the weekends. She was young and
pretty and came from good stock. We knew a lot of the same people, but we kept
our relationship a secret because we didn’t want things stirring on the rumor
mill due to her age. W_____ was sociable and friendly and was a part of a
sorority, everything that I was not. I was in my early 20s and had just gotten
out of a long term relationship which had taken up most of my college career
and I wasn’t looking for another commitment.
We were sitting on the couch, sipping on beers on one of her
weekend visits.
“I’m just not looking to date anyone seriously.”
“Yeah me either.”
“We can just feel things out you know?”
“No pressure. I like
you and like where things are going. I don’t want anything serious either.”
“Good, I’m glad you feel the same way.”
“I’m happy that we have met each other.”
She smiled at me “You’re not too horrible yourself.”
A few weeks passed and she came up on a three-day holiday.
We texted and called each other daily, but it was merely pleasantries hidden in
the form of flirtation and trivial conversation. I missed her, but not in a
longing, painful sense of way. I knew that the relationship wouldn’t last long
and I put very little effort into the whole ordeal thinking that she thought of
me the same way. We went out to a friend’s party on Saturday with my friends
who liked her because she liked to drink and was out-going.
“How do you know Daniel?” one of my friends asked.
“We have some mutual friends.”
“Have you guys been dating for awhile?”
“No we are just friends.” I interjected. I said it rather
quickly, a beat too early like I was already expecting to say it. I looked over
at W_____ as I said it and I could see her heart break. Her eyes watered a bit,
but she held things together for the sake of everything but I knew that the
damage had been done and that all our cards had been revealed. She went home
later that weekend and I knew that I had to call her and put an end to things,
even though it was something neither of us wanted. It would just be the right
thing to do.
“Hey W______”
“Hey Daniel how was your day?”
“It was alright, the same old bullshit. Listen I wanted to
to talk about something.”
“Okay…” she replied hesitantly.
I told her things weren’t working out and that we were in
different places in our lives. I told her that she was too young and that it
was just a fling and that it would be better for the both of us if things ended
sooner than later. She remained mostly silently but agreed in the end. She had
bought me a Birthday present and mailed it to my apartment. It sat sad and
unopened on my desk as we hung up the phone.
I met a German couple while in the plaza beer garden and
they offered to take me out to a local bar across the river. They were nice
enough, but I was not very much in the mood for conversation, mostly looking to
drink and not be entirely alone. After awhile, they excused themselves and said
that they had to wake up early the next morning.
“Just one more drink, I’ll buy.”
“No we must really get going. It was nice meeting you” they
said.
I walked alone back to the hostel a few miles away. I passed
couples huddled close together enjoying each other’s company on the cold winter
night. I made a resolve that once I got back to the States I would work things
out with W_____. I told myself I had made a mistake and that she was good for
me. I knew rationally though that this was just loneliness speaking and that
the moment had already passed and that she had already slipped away. I didn’t
feel much like being alone in a strange city so I stopped by a bar next to my
hostel.
I saw W_____ a few years ago at a party with her fiancé. We
talked for a little while after our breakup and would run into each other
occasionally. I don’t think any of our friends knew that we were ever involved
and I hoped that she had not told her fiancé anything either. As the party
progressed and drinks were consumed I found myself in a quiet corner alone with
W______.
“Your fiancé seems like a really great guy, I’m really happy
for you.”
“Yes, he is the best.”
“I’m glad that we are cool and that we can still be friends.”
She looked at me quizzically as if I had just insulted her.
“You really hurt me Daniel.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“We were young, I didn’t know what I wanted at the time.”
“I loved you so much. I tried my best and never did anything to upset you and
just went with what you wanted.”
I looked over at the party hoping that no one was watching.
“I don’t think that this is the best time to have this conversation.”
“You were a fucking asshole. I did nothing to you and you
broke me heart.”
“I know W_____. There’s nothing I can do to take that back.
Please maybe we can have this talk another time.”
She had rehearsed this conversation for a long time and there was nothing that
was going to stop her from this opportunity.
“You will never find love. You are a jerk and you will end
up being alone.”
I didn’t know what to say so I just didn’t say anything.
“I’m sorry Daniel. You know I didn’t mean that, you just
really hurt me and I loved you and it took me a long time to forget about everything.”
“I’m sorry too.”
She wiped at her eyes and left me in the corner.
I had to catch a 7am train to Hannover the next morning to
meet the sales executive. I sat at the bar next to the hostel content to drink
it away and just deal with it the next morning. I have not been single since I was
15 years old. There has always been a new woman there to replace the last. Even
now, I don’t really know what its like to be single, much less completely content
with who I am alone. My self worth and ego always seeking to fulfill itself with
someone because who I am is never enough.
I watched the crowd and scanned the bar patrons, happy and
jovial. Clinking glasses and engaged. I felt a little more alone than ever. After
a break up friends tend to say things like “time heals all”, or “plenty of fish
in the sea”, or “you just haven’t found the right person” or some other cliché like
that. They are just things people say to make things better, but they are
mostly just words. I watch as my friends have all settled down or married,
bought houses, and are having kids and I wonder if I had made a mishap at some
point. If any of the women was the one that got away.
I order another beer and catch eyes with a brunette across
the bar. She smiles at me and I smile back.
At this point, I don’t think that another woman is the
answer to anything. Like any other addiction, I have just always moved on to the
next new thing, never dealing with my own underlying problems. Sometimes I
think that maybe some men are just meant to be alone and that family, love, and
ever after are things that don’t happen for some people.
The brunette comes over and we exchange pleasantries.
“Do you mind if I sit down?” she asks. I know that this will
lead to nothing good, but at that moment it is better than what was happening before.
