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Wyoming. A Heartbreak Story.

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That’s my dad on the right. NOT the Big Jerk. This picture was taken about four years after the Big Jerk incident. There is no reason this photo is here. Other than the Big Jerk does not deserve to be pictorally represented.

 

In the sultry late summer of 1993, I packed up my ’87 Hyundai Excel and drove from San Diego to my hometown of Chicago. Before that long and fateful cross-country drive, I’d lived in Los Angeles for more than two years, worked at a magazine, spread my early-20s wings, met a big jerk, then penultimately tired of the Southern California lifestyle. I yearned to return to meat and potatoes, blue collars, and best friends. Complicating matters was the fact that I couldn’t leave Big Jerk behind me. No see, he’d moved to MY Chicago six months before I decided to make the transfer myself. A jerky man, who was once unfamiliar with the city’s windy wonders, only discovered Midwestern goodness after I invited him to join me at a college friend’s wedding in a suburb near downtown. During that unfortunate visit, he decided he loved the city by the lake, and soon after set up shop in Oak Park. Where “shop,” means “went back to college.” He was 27, assuredly past freshman-in-college-age. And most relevantly? A Big Jerk.

 

For several weeks after Big Jerk moved from L.A. to MY hometown, I suffered in a stuffy San Fernando Valley studio apartment. Truth was, I’d felt alone in California since I moved to Encino after college. That first year I lived with an actress (read: waitress) to whom I was not cool enough. My hair was too fluffy, my ass too big. I spent many hours reading “The Fountainhead” in my twin bed, alone. Then, five months after my move, I met Big Jerk and things seemed to turn around a little. I could see movies with someone other than myself, and there was a person around to wish me happy birthday. A person who was, so very unfortunately — say it with me now — a BIG JERK.

 

Never mind. After two years of dating and not dating, and being cheated on and getting back together, and feeling even more aloner, he left for the “final” time, adding insult to injury by escaping to MY refuge. And so once he moved to where I felt the happiest — MY hometown, I floundered in self-pity. I’d always known I wanted to move back, but knowing he was there, and I wasn’t, lit a giant fire under my big ass. So I made plans to move myself. In a fit of self-motivation, I gave six-month’s notice to my job, moved to my aunt’s house in Torrance (NOT recommended) to save money, and alerted my gal pals to my impending transfer.

 

I acted with purpose, moxie even. By God, I was taking my life into my own hands! I saved over 1,000 dollars for the move, (NOT recommended), and prepared to get myself back to Happy Town. Then.

 

Then Big Jerk called me at my Torrance temporary residence. He’d been listening to the Gin Blossoms’ “Hey Chelsea” (IDIOT), and thought of me. I refrained from telling him it was “Hey Jealousy” (IDIOT) and melted under his “I love you, I’m sorry” advances. When I finally admitted that I would be in Chicago in less than two months, he offered to fly to my parent’s home in San Diego and drive to Chicago with me.

 

After some hems and haws, I agreed. OK FINE. He could demonstrate his newfound NEEDING ME FOREVER and fly his Big Jerk ass to San Diego to help me pack and accompany me on the four-day drive.

 

And what a drive it was….

 

TO BE CONTINUED….

 

Part 2 here.

Part 3 here.

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  1. Tim@sogeshirts says

    March 12, 2011 at 6:50 pm

    Hate when guys treat ladies like that. I need to know what happens next though. Lol at him thinking the song was hey chelsea. Not even close.

    Reply
  2. Trish says

    March 12, 2011 at 8:30 pm

    Damn, woman! You can’t leave us hanging like that!

    Reply
  3. flutter says

    March 13, 2011 at 3:46 pm

    Your dad looks like he could hug anything away.

    Big Jerk makes me want to punch something

    Reply
  4. Jack says

    March 13, 2011 at 9:11 pm

    Ok, call me narcissistic but I grew up in Encino,worked in Torrance and half my family is from Chicago.

    If life would have been different I could have ended up at New Trier or Highland Park. Of course I would have been subjected to inferior pizza and 10 months of bad weather.

    Reply
  5. Starr says

    March 14, 2011 at 12:56 am

    I think your big ass is sexy as hell…!!!

    Reply
  6. Starr says

    March 14, 2011 at 12:57 am

    I think your big ass is sexy as hell…!!!!

    Reply
  7. Starr says

    March 14, 2011 at 12:58 am

    OK…one more time for the road…?

    Reply
  8. green girl in wisconsin says

    March 14, 2011 at 6:22 am

    Really? Big hair and big ass? I am struggling to envision this.
    Big Jerk sounds like someone I’d like to punch, too.

    Reply
  9. Botut says

    March 14, 2011 at 9:16 pm

    LOL – great picture with you and your dad. Way to vaporize the Big Jerk.

    Reply
  10. we_be_toys says

    March 16, 2011 at 11:36 am

    Ooooh, good beginning to an epic story! I love the parenthetical additions, mainly because that’s the way I talk, so it makes perfect sense! Can’t wait to hear the rest of this saga!

    Reply

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  1. World Spinner says:
    March 12, 2011 at 10:35 pm

    San Diego Momma » Blog Archive » Wyoming. A Heartbreak Story….

    Here at World Spinner we are debating the same thing……

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  2. San Diego Momma » Blog Archive » Wyoming. Heartbreak. Part Two. says:
    March 16, 2011 at 12:27 pm

    […] Part One is Here. […]

    Reply
  3. San Diego Momma » Blog Archive » Unfinished, Part…Eh. Forget It. says:
    April 4, 2011 at 8:05 am

    […] continued it! Just musing on that in between thinking about how I still haven’t finished the Big Jerk series either. Does someone have some aerosol motivation to blow my […]

    Reply
  4. San Diego Momma » Blog Archive » Wyoming: A Heartbreak Story, Part Three says:
    April 7, 2011 at 6:18 pm

    […] Part One Here […]

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