chance encounters:when karma is a true B****

i have one of the cool "golden" mobile phone numbers.it's cool,i admilt it but it has its ugly side coz when i say to a guy "lose my number" chances are he never will,coz let's face it,he can erase i from his phone but he will always remember it. so anyway,am sitting at my stupid useless worthless work,doing my thing when my phone rings"my ringtone is my favorite song of all time:micheal buble's save the last dance for me" i see a weird number giving me one of those ugly unheardable missed calls where the caller is so cheap and scared of paying for a minute that the phone just lights up before u can even answer it he or she hangs up.

and THAT pisses me off more than anything,i gather my nervers.get to the smoking lounge(it's a little garden so am sure no one can hear me if i choose to speak french-if u know what i mean-)

i dial the number that called and boom,a familiar voice answers,my very first true love(yes i admit it,he was an ass,but still awwwwwe) so any way i say "it's u" and he says "and it 's u"

u know when u find urself forgetting all the shit and talking for almost an hour about nice memories and catching up on life matters.,i had one of those conversations.

AND I HATE MYSELF FOR IT

(to be continued,too pissed off)