Star Date #37

And was right back in chilly old Amsterdam, still wearing bowling shoes.

I went into Knijn bowling, explained the whole thing to the lady behind the bar, left out the interdimensional journey part and just made something up about getting too drunk and going home without switching and got my shoes back.

Don’t worry, this happens all the time she said.

I smiled and didn’t say anything.

I went back out, found my bike, still in the same place, hopped on and realised I didn’t have to peddle the whole way home if I didn’t want to. But I did it anyway. Hiding the dragon amulet underneath my shirt. It somehow felt like more of a luxury to be able to space time travel and then just ride home on your Swapfiets. Plus I reaaallly love biking through Amsterdam.

Gliding home I started thinking about the incredibly weird couple of days I had been having and how I never would have expected that one little email could have changed my life so drastically. Let alone hers.

Didn’t she have a job to get back to? What about her family? Did she just leave without a trace without letting anyone know? Oh my God I’m the last person to have seen her before she vanished. This could turn into something really ugly. Should I do something about this?

But I chose not to worry. I knew she was safe and she was probably smart enough to not let those closest to her think she had just disappeared without a trace. Let alone turn me into the prime suspect of a wholly unsolvable murder mystery case. She knew me well enough to know I wasn’t that desperate to become the face of a Netflix Original documentary.

The other day I got an email from her, with an attachment. I didn’t open it. It was probably to say that everything was going allright between her and other me and undoubtedly a picture of them looking all sexy and lovey dovey in some kind of otherworldly landscape together. Not that I didn’t care, I did. But that was their life now and not mine and I really didn’t feel like keeping up a correspondence with someone who wasn’t even a real ex, technically, and the man she did choose to keep seeing. That just felt weird. So I just tagged it ‘read’ and closed my laptop.

I looked out of my window all melancholy and shit and decided that if love was out there for me somewhere, we would find each other some day, and make it work somehow and if we both worked hard at it and really wanted to we would both be happy for the rest of our lives. Maybe.