Another Rant

A couple of months ago, during a period of intense stress with my final year exams looming I woke up to find I had a missed call on my phone, from a strange number. I listened to the voicemail and it was the sweet, sweet voice of a girl I was with in LA two years ago. This girl was the subject matter of numerous isinglas and Pallus Sinfony songs and is the person, naive and foolish as this sounds, but at the time, she was, i taught the ‘one’.

When I left LA to come home, it was pretty obvious that nothing could be taken further. We emailed and phoned for a while, the usual until it kind of faded out. But the whole romantic notion of the short while we were together didn’t fade for a second and I taught about her grace and beauty everyday.

Anyways, her voice mail told me to call her back as she had something to tell me. Then the questions started to form in my mind. Is she ok? Is she coming to Ireland! Did some kind of TransAtlantic Conception take place and now I’m the father! I called her back later that day in Podges’ house, while Podge was in the shower; she told me she couldn’t talk, that she would call back later. 5 minutes after that my phone rang again and it was her, I went outside the house and we began to chat. It was amazing, we could still chat away to each other and there was no awkward pauses, suddenly, she said “I have to tell you something”, again the questions raced thru my mind, she’s in cork airport, she’s a guy and so on!

“I’m engaged”

My heart sank to the bottom of my body and I fell to the ground, trembling and clutching to my phone after the revelation.

“You’re engaged? What? Who! That’s great!”

She then went on to tell me the rest of her news. She’s 21. He’s 27. He’s a musician. Getting married next year. She has known him a year. He’s great.

I sat on the ground taking in all the information that I never wanted to hear. It was time to move on……