After receiving ‘that’ text message from Jack (see below) the ball was totally in his court. I couldn’t do anything but sit back and wait, and to see whether this tarot card reader was slightly psychic or just pulling my leg.
I replied and laid my cards on the table. I told Jack how I felt, but I understood that he needed space and to clear his head (I think I’m actually growing up!)- but obviously I didn’t get a reply.
Then, a week later (this was back in April) Jack sent me a crypt message inviting me to a fundraising Easter egg hunt in the park. Hmmmm. My heart jumped out of my chest, and my brain was going into over drive, thinking that clearly he must have reconsidered, got over his ex, realised he made a massive mistake. Or that he could just want to be my friend…
Casually, I replied a week later asking for more details and said I would attend. This could go very wrong. But I thought that this was my only chance to see him again, and to make a great lasting impression.
So I rocked up at the park donning new shoes, an outfit that I had ‘just thrown together’, thinking this was a relaxing scavenger hunt in search of chocolate, with a possible brisk walk every now and again. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
I turned up and everyone was sporting proper running gear, sweat bands, the lot. Was it too late to turn around/start running back?
It turns out that that the ‘Fundraising Easter egg hunt in the park’ was actually a 10k run/hike/climb across hilly muddy terrain. Brilliant (I do usually go to the gym, but I wasn’t prepared for this!).
But Jack looked really happy to see me, and put me on his team. So we spent the next 2 hours running around in search of hidden clues and leaves- yes actual leaves, for bonus points. Very bizarre. I embraced the ‘event’ and we all had a really good time. After falling down ditches, scaling walls and climbing trees, we all went to the pub afterwards for some well deserved beers. Jack walked me back to the station, and apologised for how things ended, and said that he’s head was all over shop and he still needed time. I am not a fool, and I know what that really means.
When I got home, he sent me a message saying that he was really pleased that I came, and he also asked what the tarot card reader said about him (he knew that I was going to see her), slightly bigheaded! I told him, if he wanted to know he’d have to meet me for a drink. He never replied, so I guess he doesn’t want to know that badly! I guess he’ll never know, and maybe this mysterious, rich, spiritual, guy is someone else that I know…