Riding the Slipstream

I did not recognise then number on the screen, so I let the phone ring until it stopped. Perhaps my mysterious caller would leave a message. “They” did not. My curiosity got the better of me and I called back. I recognised the voice immediately and for some unknown reason my heart lodged in my throat like I swallowed a jawbreaker. “Hello”, she said, “It’s so good to hear your voice”. (It is?) “How have you been?” “I am doing great. Never better” (Would I admit to anything else?) After just over 2 years(!), the ex g/f calls and starts chatting away like no time had passed at all! Some people sure has that "move on with life" scenario pegged down. Although I can hear her speak, I am not really interested in what she has to say. This is the woman who gave me the old” It’s not you, it’s me” speech. It that was not a big enough insult to my intelligence, she now reserves the right to call me up. She will be in town this coming weekend and wants to meet… catch up on old times. What old times? She called from work, but has to attend a meeting and asked if she could call me back. Yeah sure, I have nothing better to do than wait for her call. I switched the phone off. Let her call back and leave a message. I don’t want to meet with her. I don’t want to catch up on old times. I don’t want to be friends… because what exactly would the point be? A better man would be above all that and I am. So there is really no point in meeting up, is there? Did I mention that the phrase “f*ck $ff, b&%*h” passed through my mind several times? It sounded exactly like one of those formula 1 racing cars speeding by.