That’s why I should’ve told her about my interview with Meredith.
Still, was that really so awful that she needs to cut me out of her life?
How can we be over when we’ve only just begun?
What happened here and how is my life such a mess?
I guess I blurt that last thought out loud, because Shane leans on his club—he just hit the ball from the tee—and replies, “Dude, what happened is that you fell in love. But don’t lose hope. I really think Madison will come around. You two are meant for each other. Everyone sees that.”
This guy—forever the optimist. For someone who strikes out so much in dating, he’s still able to look at things with positivity.
I wish I could be more like that.
I’m just doom and gloom these days.
Shane and I switch places, and I line up the ball that’s on the tee.
Swinging my club back, I say, “I hope you’re right.”
I then hit the ball with all my might, and it goes far.
It almost makes it to the green.
“Wow, great shot,” Shane remarks.
His ball isn’t too far from mine, so I say, “Thanks,” and add, “yours was damn good too.”
“Hey, thanks, man,” he says as we hop into the cart and jet off.
I’m driving, so I zoom out as fast as I can to the fairway to where our golf balls are. It’s not very busy today at the course—probably because of the impending rain—and I’m thankful for that. I don’t want to deal with a bunch of people right now.
I stop where Shane’s ball is located first.
He gets out of the cart and hits it easily up to the green.
I go next, my ball also making it onto the green.
Back into the cart we go, with Shane driving this time.
Even though I’m having a decent golf game, my mind is on Madison. It is all the time, more so now than when we were together.
That’s saying a lot.
“I’m sorry to keep bringing it up,” I say to Shane, “but do you think I should call or text Madison?”
He brings the cart to a stop at the green, but we don’t get out right away.
“I don’t know, Lennox,” he says, shaking his head. “Didn’t she tell you not to contact her in any way?”
“Yes, she did say that,” I admit. “But what if she thinks I don’t care? Maybe I should at least just send one text.”
Shane shrugs. “I don’t know, man.”
I think he’s had it with me.
I don’t blame him.
I’m sick of me too.
