D and I talked. After a month and 2 week hiatus, we texted. And we talked on the phone. There was an awkward pause every two seconds. I didn’t allow myself to go on autistic mode for I might not be able to relive every moment of it.
D: “So how are you?”
Me: “I’m great. You?”
D: “We’re getting busier. The summit is almost near.”
Me: “Oh yeah. This monday. I cannot imagine.”
D: “Did you know that one king booked one entire —
Me: “–floor of the Shang? Yeah, Chris told me.”
D: “You talked to Chris?”
Me: “Uhuh. He and my friend Mitz are getting close now. Don’t know what’s up. Do you?”
D: “No, he hardly talks about that. What else did you talk about?”
Me: We talked about you. I asked a lot about you. I asked how you were and if whether you ask about me. Chris said you don’t and I didn’t push it. Chris said you told him that I greeted you on your birthday. Chris said you told him we haven’t been talking for a long time since. Why do you tell Chris and not me?
…but I said,
Me: “Not much. Said you were all given two hours more to work.”
D: “Right. So draining. Lucky you. We hardly have weekends off now. So what’s up with you?”
Me: Do you know that for the past month I’ve been to Cdo, met a cousin of yours who hit on me and asked me out, asked somebody to be my boyfriend, got another boyfriend in the process, was almost kicked out from the house because you no longer go there, and a friend of mine died?
…but I said,
Me: “Nothing much you’d be interested in. So I gotta go, I still have work.”
D: “Okay. It was nice to talk to you tonight.”
Then I hung up.