To be honest, I don’t like meeting old acquaintances in some random places. It’s not that I’m unsociable, or these people dislike me, no, it’s just that they are all sure that I’m happy to see them, and I may be in a hurry for some meeting.It’s especially difficult and disagreeable when this acquaintance is a man with whom I was in a relationship. Here is one of these stories.I once went to a tea shop, when suddenly I heard someone calling me from behind. I looked around and there was a tall guy with short hair and familiar features. I recognized him as my old classmate who had been crazy about me for several years.
He was ready to do my homework and carry my bag, which I did not hesitate to use. He began to tell me at length how his fate had developed and what he had achieved, although I had not even asked him to do so. When his story with elements of deep introspection dragged on, I pretended that I was called and I was late to leave quickly. Since then, I have been trying to avoid such meetings.A similar incident happened recently. A guy called out my name and looked at me with a half smile on his face.
It turned out that it was a guy I had been dating for a long time, but we didn’t part very well, and it seems that my brain has removed his appearance from my memory in order to preserve my nerve cells and stable mental state. “Hello,” I said, barely smiling. I did not refuse, to my great misfortune. We chatted for a long time, and he was in constant confusion, stumbling over his words, and his hands were shaking terribly. I didn’t want to continue this lethargic conversation and called the waiter for the bill, but he didn’t even offer to pay it. I am glad that we parted, but it would have been nice if we had not met even then.
