I was sitting at work on Tuesday night when my phone started ringing. The incoming call was from an unknown number, so out of curiosity, I answered it. I was seriously confused when I heard a song that I like playing as I said "hello". After the song played for a few more seconds, a vaguely familiar voice said my name. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, my jaw dropped, and my eyes opened as wide as a full moon. It was HIM. The fact that I knew it was him didn't stop me from asking who it was. I knew he expected me to know since part of my job entails voice recognition, but there was no way in hell that I willing to give him that satisfaction.
After he identified himself by name and I pretended not to know who it was, I tried rushing him off the phone because I was working. As it turns out, he was calling from the phone in front of my building because he no longer had my phone number. I didn't know if I should be angry or flattered that he drove to my house is an attempt to contact me. He gave me his new phone number before I finally succeeded in rushing him off the phone.
I pondered over whether or not I should actually use his phone number but I'm weak and my curiosity got the best of me. I needed to know why he had the nerve to show up at my house uninvited. After the shock wore off, I realized that I was offended that he just showed up at my house. AT MY HOUSE!! He invaded my personal space! How did he know that I was alone? Why was he so nonchalant about his unexpected visit? Did he expect me to be happy to hear from him after all this time? Was he expecting me to buzz him in, open the door, and just let him back into my life as if nothing had happened? I don't think so pal. I don't think so...
