It 's a term that at various stages the day my phone rings and it's always the same person.
you say:
is the mother who wants to know if this morning I put the jersey health?
E 'boyfriend who wants to know what to prepare for dinner or what to buy at the supermarket? (because it is he who does the shopping and cooking in my house) .
It 's the boss wants to send in Burundi to deliver cheese?
It 's the best friend who must tell me the latest amorous adventures?
E 'that the police want to know exactly what I did last week in Arcore?
Not at all. A guy with whom I left a couple of times three or four years ago, then I have not heard, it was stubborn to call me every day. Do not answer the phone and he keeps calling. If not there will be a reminder that we will not want to answer? I do not care to answer?
I do not want to answer because I already know what he wants, because the guys I've always like that.
Before you go out with a couple of times. Maybe not give them soft now and then get bored. Why let the girl and then just are unwilling to commit it to him and either soft or just have no time to lose.
Maybe you are not so nice and then they stop now to attend.
So it does not go forward. Maybe
goes on, it lasts a couple of months, but feel that you are not made one for another and then I give up.
For a long period ranging from six months to a year or even more, he has never made me feel and you've forgotten and you will not even go to the hall of the brain to recall it.
happens that one day the phone rings and it's the guy. Look at the name flashing on the screen of your cell phone: this one already? Ah ... yes! What do you want?
"Hello?"
"Hello, I am Tom, do you remember me?"
"Yeah, sure. How are you?"
"Well you and what do I tell?"
"Nothing .... work, do a course in bowling ..."
"Beautiful !.... is a bit 'that we do not feel ...."
"already ..."
"the other day I thought of you. I said almost, almost calling ... Maybe we could take a coffee together ...".
"Look, over bowls me busy every night from 19 o'clock at night. So I do not own time."
"Too bad. You're a nice person, I'd love to see you again."
"Eh ... but I'm just committed ...".
I imagine these guys in a moment of solitude, where we are now dislocated his right hand ( or left, depending on whether left-handed) , with the last forces take the phone and scroll through the contacts. This I called the other week, I called this yesterday, this has changed your phone number, this is my sister, this is too bad, this ... oh yeah that! Surely it is still single and desperate. I would go so I'll save that from solitude, they fancy! When I left there was wrong. I will surely welcome with open arms. It will have been waiting for this moment forward. Trumpet safe!
You have just been selected to resurrect a type of memory can not remember the name even more and have the honor of giving him the sack after he had let go, or discarded like you're stuffed.
Once, when I was a kid, I had cleared the number of a guy who liked me and that I had given up in the wrong way. He called after one year, of course I did not know it was her number one on display. I answered and he said: "hello." Not knowing who he was, I remain perplexed. He repeats: "Hello ... remember me?". And I said, "No. .." and disappointed him: "I'm Dick." So I closed the phone down. He called me back until I sent to that country. But what satisfaction!
now numbers no more gates, so I know who my enemy, I will not waste your time behind a calling me because I already know what they want and why they want it. Apparently he sent his right hand out of phase and would like to lend him mine!
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