Romeo, Romeo...

I still see Romeo around. Usually once a week, at the same place, same time. I see him, but it's not like we talk to each other. In fact, we avoid eye contact.

In late spring of this year his car and cell phone was stolen, and he thought I did it. He even sent me an email:

"... My first reaction was that you took them brought on by some scorn... At this point I do not trust anyone so what I'm going to say is straight to the point and may be considered offensive but under the circumstances it doesn't matter, if you are the one responsible I am willing to, not bring any charges against you... Hope it's not you, but if it is and you don't come clean then I have to do what I have to do."

Well, I was a little offended, but responded that it wasn't me and I hope he gets everything back. Except he sends me another email, paranoid about my proximity to him over that weekend and asking me questions. So I responded again and let it rip this time. He's an idiot.

Since then we've steered clear of each other, until my phone went missing in a club one Saturday night. The following morning I got a replacement, and that evening when I got to my destination early, I saw him leaning against a railing. I started walking in his direction. He seemed panicked and looked around, either for an escape route or to see if I was walking toward anyone else. Too late. I leaned at the opposite side of the railing, turned to him and said, "My cell phone was stolen last night. Did you take it?" Touché. I know he didn't take it, but the point is he's ridiculous.

Sometimes I wonder if he tries to make me jealous with the way he dances with other women, but I really don't care anymore. Last night I left the same time as a friend, and we ended up walking directly past Romeo. This time he looked at me. He probably thought my friend and I are "together," but that's not the case.