The Wonders Never Cease

Just when I'd put the Southern Gentleman behind me, having finally accepted the fact of what must have been his untimely death...he surprised me...with an unexpected email, and an explanation of his disappearance. My eyes just about popped out of my head. Indeed, it was as I'd surmised...well, almost. He was, in fact, not only sick, but beyond violently ill...truth be told, he was actually almost on his death bed...in the hospital...for 6 days. Granted, he was missing for two weeks...but in the week prior to checking himself into the ER, he was bedridden at home, getting up only to race to the bathroom as his body wrenched with violent convulsions...or so the story goes.

I knew he was dead! ...or almost dead. It was the only logical explanation. Of course he wasn't "Just not that into me". Ridiculous! Have you seen me? Two emails and a text message later, I decided to reply to him. He shared the details of his ailment (thankfully, nothing actually terminal). I told him I was glad he's feeling better..and he thanked me. And that was that. No plans were made, no words were spoken. I'm sure I'll hear from him again...barring any unforeseen incidents. And when I do, I'm going to need to see his hospital bracelet.