Blasts From the Past
*logs on to Facebook chat*
Oh hai. How are you?
Me? Yeah, I’m good thanks.
Oh, you know, same old, same old. Work, life and wearing heels – you know how I roll. What’s new with you? It’s been a long time. Haven’t heard from you in years!
Really? Cool. So you stayed around here? Nice.
Oh I traveled a bit, lived here and there. Been back in England about a year now.
You have kids now? How many? Two – wow, that’s awesome. Congrats man.
Oh me? No, no kids. Nope, not married either. No, I don’t have a boyfriend.
I don’t know. Just haven’t found the right one yet I guess.
Yup, I remember when we dated.
Ha! Well, I’m glad to know you remember them fondly. Do I ever think about it? Well, you know, it was a long time ago. Time’s moved on.
I’ve been on your mind huh? Oh you wanna meet up? You know we stopped doing our thing 8 years ago, right?
And you’ve been thinking about me all that time? While you went off, had other relationships, had kids?
Riiiiiight? Oh me? Yeah, I’ve thought of nothing else actually. I mean, I was devastated when our casual, short-lived relationship disintegrated. These eight years since have been long and lonely. I’ve barely left my house. I don’t socialise. I didn’t want to meet anyone else. I longed for those stolen moments you used to give me – you know, those windows of time after you finished work and before you had to go meet someone else, where you’d come over and make me feel oh so special by greeting me saying ‘I can’t stay’. Yeah, I lived for those moments. The romance of it all overwhelmed me at times. So while I had opportunities with other guys, a casual flirtation here, a semi-serious relationship there, I always dreamed that we’d one day have this moment – where you’d track me down on Facebook when you’re bored in your stale relationship and tired of wiping up baby sick, and you’d ask me if I’m still single, then assume that I’d still be even remotely interested in you because those couple of months we dated were so earth shatteringly significant to me that I will gladly drop everything I’ve got going on in my life now to meet up with you and be your side piece. Furthermore, I’m honoured that you picked me. As you know, the fact that I’m single does indeed mean that I’m desperate and will take any scrap thrown in my direction. So, thank you for throwing me your scraps. I am just the luckiest girl. So yeah, count me in. When do you want to meet up?
Oh, you’re busy? How about next week? Oh really? Well shucks. That’s a damn shame.
Yeah, nice hearing from you too.
Alrighty now. Take care.
Buh bye.
