(Again, if you are just joining us, this is in follow up to these previous entries: one, two, three, four.)
You know that little light bulb that pops up over a cartoon character's head when he has a brilliant idea? I can almost swear that I had one of those this morning while I was in the shower. If I hadn't been afraid of getting soap in my eyes, I would have opened them and looked. But alas, there was shampoo and I was scared. So instead, I washed my hair as quickly as I could and tried to get everything done that I had to get done in super fast forward so that I could buy myself even twenty minutes of free time before my actual day started.
Why? Why did I need twenty minutes? Because, dear reader, 'The Knights Of the Round Table' suddenly made an insane amount of sense. It was all I had thought about last night. I just kept massaging that part of my mind trying to wake it up in hopes that I would remember why that meant anything to me. I laid in my bed last night, in the dark, straining and grasping at my far away memories, the ones I knew held the reasoning behind that particular chord being struck. But nothing came to me, just that burning emptiness, that nagging itch of not remembering.
I don't know when I fell asleep as I must have thought myself straight into slumber, but when I did sleep my dreams were a bizarre compilation of horses and swords and this gorgeous mystery man. And then Jason was wearing this suit, this spandex suit with a giant question mark on the front. I was staring at the question mark and when I looked back up, he was The Riddler and I screamed. King Arthur himself road up on a white stallion and killed him with one plunge of his sword. When I looked back at King Arthur, he was once again Jason and he held out his hand to help me get on his horse and then off we rode.
I woke up then, in a strange state of mind. Fuzzy and groggy as I was, I went to get in the shower as I do every morning and then, it hit me. The entire reference, the coded clue that he had mentioned so nonchalantly at the end of our conversation at lunch. I knew what it meant. I knew, without a doubt who he was and I wanted to call him and talk to him and tell him so many things. But, as the morning turned to afternoon and the afternoon turned to evening, I found myself without the time to steal away a phone call and I certainly didn't want to only have a few moments to talk with him. I wanted to ensure an hour, maybe two so that I could say all the things I wanted to say and hear all the answers to the questions I needed to ask. I couldn't risk being three minutes in and having to suddenly go.
All hopes for such a phone call were shot to hell at about 5:15 however. After a lengthy meeting, I returned to my desk and turned the ringer on my cell phone back on and noticed my voicemail light flashing. Odd, since my phone hadn't vibrated and I didn't have any missed calls, but to be honest it hasn't ever worked the same since I dropped it in the bath tub a few months ago.
The voicemail, verbatim:
Kate, hi, this is Jason. I had a really great time with you at lunch yesterday and I am looking forward to our dinner. I would love to meet you tomorrow, say eight? I was thinking that the Italian place on [street] would be nice since you like Italian... if I remember correctly. Anyway, if this is ok, I will meet you there at eight. If not, give me a call and leave me a voicemail. I won't be able to take any calls until mid-afternoon on Friday. I wish I could have caught you, but I will just have to wait I guess. I do hope you are able to make it. Have a good evening.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
So, I guess my huge revelation, my discovery of his identity will just have to wait until tomorrow? That so blows. I am like a kid on Christmas Eve. There sit the presents and I have to wait until tomorrow to open them.
So totally not fair.
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"I just got done reading the history lessons on your blog (yes, I've been lurking on your blog). All the respect I had for you...has increased, like, tenfold. I don't think I could have done it. To go through what you have and not only still be able to discuss it with such wit and poise, but also to raise those three gorgeous girls. You are truly an inspiration. You are honestly one of the strongest people I have ever known, either online or IRL. Thank you so much." -Stef
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Kate went to Dallas?
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"There are some of us out here who are living vicariously through you, okay?! So for god's sake, let us have some fun and excitement!" -Educated Liberal
Kate went to Dallas?
You asked Kate questions?
Kate was stung by a Scorpion?
Kate met Mr. I?
Kate got pissed?
There was a mouse?
Kate shared?
Kate confessed?
Kate turned 25?
Kate shared some more?
"There are some of us out here who are living vicariously through you, okay?! So for god's sake, let us have some fun and excitement!" -Educated Liberal
