This morning, I was nearing the end of my shift at work banging away at the fax machine that would not send, my frustration magnified by my lack of sleep. As I awaited the happy sound of the dial tone on the hospital’s end, my cell phone vibrated on the counter. It is not altogether unheard of for me to receive a text at that time in the morning, but it is rare, and I simply assumed it was my Mother. Rather than Mom, the phone showed simply a number, the contact was no longer saved in my phone, but I knew by the area code it was Mr. Jones. I’ll admit my stomach may have fluttered a bit, but I blame that on a lack of sleep, and intense amount of caffeine. The text was simple, asking me how I was doing, nothing out of the ordinary, except I hadn’t heard from him in months. I responded I was fine, and asked how he was (after all polite conversation is necessary to life.) Then it happened he said he had to ask me “a random question” this is the point where I knew this conversation wasn’t going anywhere good. Then he hit me with it “Was wondering if you ever still thought about me?”. There was no point in me lying so I stated the truth “Now and again,” after all we are still friends on multiple social media sites, his name comes up, I don’t spend my nights pining away for him, or wasted afternoons lost in thought, but like anyone who has had any impact on my life certain things trigger memories, and now and again I do think of him. However, I was compelled to ask him what was up and point out that we have this conversation about the same time every year.
(Quick Catchup: year, on Halloween, while I was busy passing out candy to neighborhood kids, and crocheting a blanket for my friend’s baby, we engaged in a conversation about his upcoming move back to Tennessee, and how he wanted me to wait for him. Foolishly, last year, I bought into this idea, despite my better judgement. However, a few weeks of one-sided conversations, and disinterest on his part, I knew it had been a fluke. )
Fast forward to this morning, and seeing as how Halloween is a week away, I am forced to wonder what it is about this time of year. Is it that cuffing season is upon us? I don’t live close enough to keep anyone warm at night. He responded that he was simply confused, so I assured him one day his prince princess would come and sweep him off his feet, and even he wouldn’t be able to over think it. (I think this is true of all men courtesy of He’s Just Not That Into You.) That was it, those were the only texts I got. I’ll admit I checked my phone a few more times before going to sleep, and again when I awoke after my nap, (the Hallmark channel, hopeless romantic inside me wouldn’t allow anything less) but nothing.
Last year, my E-Beth explained to me that guys do this. They text you to check in, to make sure you’re still available, or you’re still thinking of them, or that in someway they still have an influence in your life. This proposition baffled me, as I would never take the time to seek out someone and engage with them if I had no actual intentions. I tend to be skeptical of any conspiracy plans which generalize people engaging in behavior that to me seems irrational as well as manipulative, but perhaps I am wrong. I texted My Person, to tell her to keep her life to herself, seeing as how something similar happened to her just last night. The culmination of all this, is what makes me believe that this phenomenon of “checking in” is real. Which leaves me with even more questions: Is it simply a male activity? What is the real purpose of asking if someone thinks about you? Is it about ego? Is there a certain time that one is to wait between said ‘check ins’? When does the checking in end? Is it when one person is in a relationship? both? when one is married? Will I will hear from Mr. Jones again next Halloween if he hasn’t found his princess?
I suppose these are questions I may never have the answer to.