The week after returning from Vegas, I agreed to meet Pete for a drink. Unlike Jon, Pete believed that he and I had a cosmic connection, destined to meet. Perhaps too accustomed to men’s indifference to me, I found over-zealous Pete to be overwhelming and annoying. After only three dates and one kiss, I told Pete it was over.
Soon after releasing Pete, I got over Jon.
From Spring into Summer, Pete relentlessly pursued me, sending me sporadic text messages, none of which I answered. I assumed each of his efforts to be his last until a few weeks later when I received the next.
After five months of “I saw they have a mushroom salad at Chop Chop and I thought of you because you like mushrooms,” and “by the way you are so beautiful,” I began to reevaluate my dismissal of Pete back in April.
Exhausted by Jon, I had not given Pete a fair chance. His persistence made me wonder if there was a cosmic connection that I hadn’t allowed myself to feel. I decided that the next time I heard from Pete, I would respond.
RePete and I dated for the month of September. His zeal had not faded. Neither had the ick it inflicted upon me.