I don't know if I had mentioned this before because this blog has only been in existence for the past year. And to be quite honest, though this upcoming story does carry some weight in the larger picture of Katie Keller, this part of my life hasn't had much relevance in this past year at all. Before I worked at the music store, I spent 2 years as a waitress at the same Naperville Italian restaurant. Which, at the age of 24, felt like forever.
I went through a lot in my time waiting tables there. At one point I was living in a house with no running water and no heat in the middle of December with Brock. There were some dark times, for sure. I am so far on the other side of that part of my life at this point that sometimes I forget how much learning and growing up happened in the time that I was there. Lately I have been nostalgic about a certain relationship I had, via this restaurant, the summer of 2008 when I met a fellow server, a young man, named Mikey B.
It was the end of the summer, and the end of my 2 year long relationship with Andy. We had tried everything at this point. We had dated and broken up, and dated and broken up more times than I can remember. We both knew we were no good for each other, but like an addiction didn't want to stay away. So we were, technically, still dating when Mikey B and I decided to grab a drink together after work one night. I knew it was going to lead to cheating, I knew that it would be the final straw in Andy and mine's relationship. And I lit the wick anyway.
The thing about Mikey B was that he was moving to Boston about 3 weeks after we had decided to make something more of our casual beverage-station banter. We threw caution to the wind, and decided that him leaving sooner than later would only make the time we had together that much more intense. We stayed up, every night, camped out on the bed of his studio apartment in the middle of no where Aurora. I would wake up to breakfast in bed, and very good sex, before we would shower up and go to work together to go home and do it again until he left. And 3 weeks later he left.
I had a blast with Mikey B. He was a weird kid, and the other servers of this time would agree, he was not all there in the head. But my memory of him is that of such a sweet kid, that made me laugh, that gave me an out from a no good relationship with someone I will, undoubtedly, love forever. We had great moments together, some of the most romantic moments of my life. He did once ask me to move to Boston with him, though I knew this wasn't really an option since he was moving up to Boston to be with his long-distance girlfriend. (Another story for another day...)
He lives there now, a head chef of some tapas restaurant. They are married, and in love. And I honestly, truly, couldn't be happier for that man. He was exactly who I needed him to be, when I needed him to be there. There is a part of me that knows this memory is only relevant because history is, in a way, repeating it's self. I guess this story, if nothing else, proves that whatever may be will be. Not everything lasts, but that doesn't mean it doesn't count.
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