Synchronicity. The title to the 1984 album by The Police or a form of mischief by the Universe to drive you crazy. The synchronicity signs began just before the summer solstice 2013. I’d see his last name everywhere. Just two weeks after I sent him the good-bye text I began seeing others with the same surname. It’s a common family name. The kind of last name that can also be a first name.
If I only saw people with the first name version I would have not noticed it. However, no matter where I’d go, there it was on TV, the Internet, billboards, in a magazine. None of these coincidences appear to have any rhyme, reason, or pattern. All random. That’s not the only thing that would prompt reminders to me. For the record, I’ve been going on a lot of dates. My intention is to meet the right person for me. There is no desire to stay single by indulging in a fantasy crush. The whole point behind why I sent him a take care text was because I wanted a clear ending in my own mind. It was an act of declaration to show my matchmaker and the Universe that I was serious about a real love now. The hell with all things unrequited!
The last name sightings were not the only events prompting reminders of him. Whether I was in a Walgreens, department store, or browsing boutiques, either day or night, I can’t escape certain songs. I’ll either hear a different James Bond movie theme song, old The Who tunes used in the opening credits of CSI, CSI: Miami, and CSI: NY respectively. If that wasn’t enough, there were also the instrumental melodies from the older TV shows like Hill Street Blues, Hawaii 5-0, and the original Law & Order. The only song that repeated itself was Laura Pausini’s “I Surrender”. How appropriate.
I surrender Captain America. In fact, I want to make a full confession to you. A personal confession, not a legal one, no need for lawyers. This is a confession that the Universe has extracted out of me, on your behalf. So what is my request? Like I said, I want to make this full confession to your face. The challenge is, you are going to have to contact me because I’m too scared to make this request to you. Besides, after I sent you the text saying to take care I erased my message history and no longer have your number.
For the record, I am not asking for a date. This is not anything more than a way to come clean completely so I can just move on. I have no expectations that telling you the truth in person will have an effect for better or worse.
Why am I asking you for this sit down Captain America? It’s time for me to act like an adult when it comes to men and dating rather than this overgrown teenager. Communication is much more effective when I’m not hiding behind a phone or email or text message.