Soda Pop Fizz.

Sweet, fizzy, and refreshing.
Like a Fountain Soda. A Cherry Coke! Man, I LOVE Cherry Coke.
That's how we started out.
That's what our dates were. Every one. A Cherry Coke. Sweet. Fizzy. Refreshing. And good. Really good.
It's just that I barely drink soda anymore. It gives me gas. And it so often has a really bad after taste. And to be honest, I haven't had a REAL fountain soda in - man this is embarrassing - since junior year of college which was about 5 years ago, now.
And in a lot of ways even THAT soda wasn't a REAL fountain soda. So now, given that it's been a while and I'm actually doing quite fine without the REAL stuff, I'm kind of picky. I mean, THIS was fountain soda. He - Me - we aren't crappy cans of storebrand pop that's sold individually. We're both pretty high end. Gourment, if you will. It just turns out that neither one of us is that big of a Chery Coke fan. He called tonight. But I missed the call. He didn't leave a message. And it hurts more than I thought it would. I guess that the only way to explain it is that last week, we went out to a local bar... neither one of us felt like having much to drink. And as the days have passed, we've had less things to talked about. There's hardly any interest in one another's thoughts, or doings. And the passion has diminished. Our love has become like a flat soda.
Late Friday night my cell phone started beeping. I had a new message. And it was from The Homeowner. He wanted to know if I was free for dinner.
Lesson Learned: Never let a cell phone company ruin a relationship.
We had dinner last night. And as we drove around Los Angeles trying to find a parking spot, I asked if I could have a sip of the soda that was in the cup holder of his car.
He said it was kind of old and flat.... (If he only knew...) And it just brought back a lot of the old annoyances that I had with him while in our relationship.
He grabbed the soda as we were getting out of the car, and he tossed it into a nearby trash can. Which was exactly what I was thinking.
Dinner was GREAT. He was OKAY. I am... an over-analyzer.
But I think I'm closer to reaching peace. I don't know if this relationship is going anywhere - Hell, I don't know if I want it to go anywhere. And (because I'm immature and I've been reluctant to ask him what HE thinks about all of this) I don't know if he wants it to go anywhere, either.
But I think it's perfectly acceptable to classify "Dinner" as a destination. Dinner is one destination we're definitely heading towards again. And that suits me perfectly. It's always great to re-fizz.