The Fishy Guy

There are always those random in between guys. One of those types I encountered was named James. I met James one night at a local dive bar. They had karaoke in the bar that night and my friend and I had just finished our rendition of Bon Jovi, Livin on a Prayer when James approached us. He complimented our song which was my first clue as to how drunk he was. Though I could tell he was pretty tipsy, he was also handsome and sexy, so we chatted for a while. We played pool, we discussed our lives a bit. He managed a night club and he was also an actor. The night came to an end and we exchanged phone numbers.

The next day James called and told me that while he remembered absolutely NOTHING from the previous night, he figured I must be a pretty cool girl for being able to deal with his drunken self. Wow. How flattering. We made a date to go out. We met for drinks and hit it off. We continued to go out fairly regularly after that.

One night, we were sitting in his bedroom having a long discussion about his father who had passed away when James was young. I was trying very hard to focus on this topic and not the fact that his bedroom was the messiest room I’d ever seen (which is saying a lot since I grew up with 7 boys.) During this conversation I found out James was a very spiritual guy. We discussed spirituality and reincarnation, two things we both believed in. Then the conversation took an interesting turn. We discovered that I was born just a few weeks after his father had died. Since we had such a great connection, and due to the coincidental timing, he thought I might just be his father reincarnated. He looked at me strangely when he shared this new-found possibility and belief. Almost as if he was looking deep into my eyes and trying to see if his father was indeed there behind them. This creeped me out on so many levels. The main reason being we had just slept together, and ewww…how disturbing to think you may have just had sex with your father.

Well over the next couple of weeks, I noticed James became more distant. This may have been because he was contemplating whether or not he wanted to date his dad, or maybe he just wasn’t that into me, who knows. Apparently though he felt close enough to me to ask if I’d baby-sit his fish while he went out of town for a few days. As I was carrying his fish tank into my house, I wondered…why? I mean, really.….why? My roommate voiced this question out loud when she asked why in the hell a fish tank was in our apartment, and I couldn’t think of a good response. I’m feeding them to help out a guy I’m not entirely sure I’m dating and who may very well believe we’re related didn’t quite sound like a good answer. On the day I knew he’d be coming home, to avoid having to see James, I left his fish tank in front of his apartment door with a note that said something along the lines of : ‘James, the fish were fed this morning. Had a great time with you but no need to call me anymore. Hope your trip went well. P.S. Clean your room or no T.V. for a week. Love, Dad.