Well... After the night I met Noa... (and he took me home, and kissed me at my doorstep, and after I gave him my number)... I spent about two weeks, approximately, waiting for his call.
But, guess what? HE DIDN'T CALL. And I started wondering... Hey, what was going on? Wasn't he interested on me? Did we spent a great night together... or I just imagined it? Wow, wow, wow. I wasn't that crazy (yet).
I started thinking... that maybe he had lost my number... or that he was really busy... But, wait, busy with what? He was a drummer! 'A musician is never too busy for a woman', I told myself. So, what was happening?
Well, it was friday... a really cold one, I have to say. And I was alone, in my department... OH GOD, I was getting so fucking crazy, that I took my cigarettes, my car keys, the most greatest album ever: Led Zeppelin IV... and got out from my place. I got into my Baby Blue (the '67 Impala) and started to drive around the lovely city of Manhattan.
And after 20 minutes of driving, I ended at the bar where I met Noa.
So, can you imagine it? There he was! Sitting at the bar, like the last time I saw him.
My first reaction was to ignore him... So, I went to the other side of the bar, and I ordered a beer. When he saw me, his eyes seemed like... confused? I didn't knew if he was asking himself if he knew me from somewhere, or if he was just stoned, or drunk... who knows?
But... I started to feel a little pissed... You know? He was acting as if I wasn't there. And that was making me mad.
An hour later, after I almost scream to him in front of everyone in that bar... He got up, and headed for the exit...
At that moment, a wave of anger came into my head. I got up as quick as the roadrunner, and headed the exit at the same time I was paying the beer.
Outside, he was really calmed, smoking a cigerette... And all I could think to do then was to confront him and ask him what was his problem.
At the same time I was speaking... really loudly, I have to admit. He stared at me as if I were a fucking stranger. And said:
N- Hey, hey, hey... What are you trying to say? I don't understand you!
T- Oh... I'm sorry, let me start again... WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?
N- What do you mean, you crazy girl?
T- What do I mean? We had a really nice conversation two weeks ago... you took me to my department, asked for my number, and you kissed me! And now you ignore me? What's going on with you? And I'm the crazy?!
N- Wow, WHAT? That I what? I think you're confusing me with someone else...
T- Come on Noa, you're a big boy... aren't you? If you don't want to see me, and you regret of what you did... you can say it. At least be honest with me.
N- Noa?? Hahaha! Wait, I'm not Noa.
T- Oh my... This is the last straw, you're such a baby. Can't even accept what you did?
N- No, no. Wait, I'm not Noa... He's my brother. We're twins!
T- This is too embarrassing, even for you, Noa. Goodbye, you loser!
N- Wait!! I can show you! Look, here's a picture in my cellphone! For real! Hey, girl, wait! At least, come and see it for yourself!
I thought... Oh my God, what the fuck. What does it matter?
N- Really, come and see.
T- Alright, you liar. Let me see.
And for my surprise, there it was... A picture of Noa and his twin brother...
N- You see?
T- I'm really sorry, I thought you were Noa... And... And... Oh fuck, I feel so embarrassed right now. I'm sorry. Is just that... I met your brother two weeks ago... We talked for a long time, and then he took me to my home, and promised to call me. But... he didn't, and I felt like shit. Well, I'm sorry, I better go home...
N- Wait! No problem. Hey, would you like to drink something? And we can talk about your situation with my stupid brother...
T- I don't know... I shouldn't...
N- Come on, just one drink. And then you can run to your home, hahaha.
T- Sure... And, what's your name? I can't call you Noa for ever, haha.
N- Haha, you're right. I'm Dean.
T- Nice name...
And we went into the bar, once again. He ordered two beers... And we started talking, about Noa... music... interests... and, you know, things. Dean was the picture of Noa, they were equal.
But I have to say that he was a little more funny than Noa. Dean was a really nice guy too...
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