Jailhouse Rock

I think its best to start out by telling you all about "The Jailbird." We met online in April 2006 and I was fresh off of a very painful and unexpected breakup with Rick, the only man I've really every thought that I would marry. The jailbird and I had a great first date at the Comet complete with burritos and too many Guiness (what the heck is the plural of Guiness? Guinesses? Guinii?) When he kissed me outside, I swear it sizzled like the pink neon in the front window. We spent the night together watching movies, talking, laughing, and sobering up. There was an absolute connection there and the next morning he told me how disappointed he was that I was leaving town for a few days. I was high on a cloud. In hindsight I think I wanted to do whatever I could to erase the pain of Rick and forget it all. I might have been to clingy or too hopeful but I just desperately wanted to be in love again and right back into something serious with someone. Jailbird and I saw each other a couple of times a week for about a month. One night he was going to come to my place after hanging out with a group of friends at Newport on the Levee. I had a sneaky feeling that he was really on a date down there and not out drinking with the guys. He was already late and when he called me from the bathroom of the bar, I was highly suspicious. He was almost 2 hours late when he called to tell me that he was on his way to my house ( I was planning on telling him to forget it and don't even bother) and that he was being pulled over by the police on the bridge. I never heard from him again.

I left him several messages and Ims when he was online and basically told him that I just wanted to make sure that he was ok and not dead somewhere. Still nothing. Eventually I gave up and developed a very sour taste in my mouth whenever I thought of him.

So cut to Feb. 2007. I walk into the lounge at the Southgate House for Rockabilly Roundup and my friend Thea says, "oh check out that hot guy in the blue shirt against the wall!" Yep, you guessed it. Standing across the room, staring right at me--the Jailbird. I immediately wanted to walk right up to him and tell him that I was so sad to see him because I was hoping that he had drowned in one of his kayaks but I chose to be a mature adult and instead I just gave him the evil eye all night. He walked past me a couple of times and even had the nerve to brush up against me but he never said a word.

Two days later he invites me to be on his yahoo buddy list. When I accepted the invite, he denied me! I was so pissed off! When I asked him what was up he said it was an accident, he didn't mean to invite me, etc. I was like, "whatever dude" and didn't say anything else to him. Then a few minutes later I get this.."So did you have a good time the other night?". So basically we made conversation for a second or two and I just flat out asked him what the deal was.

Now here's where I wanna hear from you?? I wanna know if anyone believes this...he tells me that the night that he was coming to my house and got pulled over, he was subsequently arrested for DUI and assaulting a police officer. He told me that he spent 3 months in jail and it wrecked his life. Ok, so the first obvious thing was that he would've been out of jail at the end of last summer and why hadn't I heard from him. He told me that he was embarrassed, etc. So, I had more questions and he had more flimsy answers. I wish there was a way to find out if he really went to jail or not...but that's a little obsessive, right??

Anyway, I've chatted with him occasionally and he's had the habit of showing up at a lot of places that I'm at, which was weird when I was dating Gus, the rockabilly guy. Gus wanted to hit him on several occasions. One night at the southgate house, he was following me everywhere, even waiting outside of the bathroom for me...this did not make Gus too happy. We go out on St. patty's day and boom, there he is. So its been kinda weird. I still can't figure him out..I think the whole story is kinda lame but that's just the typical kinda thing that Cupid throws my way....