The Never Ending Tucker Saga
I got the call around 9:30 in the evening, in the middle of Grey’s Anatomy. Who the heck would dare call me during Grey’s Anatomy? My friends knew better.
I looked at the caller ID and almost choked on my sweet potato when I saw Tucker’s name blinking amidst the falling hearts graphics.
Why on earth would he call me now? It has been three months since the last time we talked. And why on earth do I still have falling hearts graphics on his name? Yuck. Should I answer it? Should I not?
I let my phone ring four more times. Then it stopped. I was saved by the voicemail. I wondered what message he would leave. “Gypsy, baby, I miss you so much. Let’s get back together.â€
He better not.
Then the freakin’ phone rang again. I almost fell off the couch because it was still Tucker. Two phone calls from Tucker in two minutes? That was so worth an entry in the Guinness Book of World Records, Tucker’s Edition.
I finally decided to take his call.
“Hello,†I said, making sure my voice sounded annoyed.
“Hi,†he said. He sounded hesitant. “Is it a bad time to talk?â€
Is it a bad time to talk? That was so my line. Maybe it rubbed off on him because I always asked him that every time I called. Gosh, I hated asking that question, but I always had to because he seemed like he was always busy and did not have time to talk to me.
“Uhm, who’s this?†I asked, pretending I didn’t recognize his voice.
“You already forgot me?†he asked.
“Mark? Mark, is that you? You sound kinda funny.†I said. I almost laughed. I should be an actress. I was pretending that I was expecting a call from a guy named Mark. I didn’t even know anybody named Mark. I used it because I was watching McSteamy on TV.
“Is that your new boyfriend’s name?†Tucker asked.
“Huh? Who’s this?â€
“Gypsy, it’s me, Tucker,†he said.
“Oh,†I said like I was disappointed. “Hi.â€
“Are you busy?†he asked.
Gosh, how many of my lines is he going to use?“Uhm… I’m watching Grey’s Anatomy, but you can talk ‘coz it’s still on commercial right now.â€
He was silent for a while. Then… wait a minute… did I just hear sniffling?
“Tucker, are you sniffing coke right now or are you crying?†I knew he was crying, but it was just so unlikely that I had to throw in the coke-sniffing bit, which was more possible.
Tucker rarely cried. The only time I saw him cry was when his Z4 M Roadster’s tires were slashed. Yeah, that was scary…both the sight of Tucker crying and the slashed tires. I was even more fearful when I found out that the person who did it was his ex-girlfriend. Whew! Better the car than me.
“Gypsy, I have a really big problem,†he said in between sniffles. “Can I talk to you please?â€
What am I? Your freakin’ psychiatrist?
 “Of course, you can talk to me.â€
“Can we meet somewhere?†he asked.
Oh, for the love of God! Grey’s Anatomy is still on!
“Yeah, sure, give me 40 minutes. Where do you wanna meet?â€
“How about the Caribou Coffee on Maynard?â€
“Okay, I’ll see you there in 40 minutes.â€
Then our phone conversation ended. Did I just agree to meet Tucker?
I did.
What was the matter with me?
To be continued…