Today I bumped into a guy I used to go to university with. I think the last time I saw him was about ten years ago when I bumped into him in a cafe. It was one of those vaguely awkward bumpings-into when, even though you used to know each other really well, you know that chances are that you no longer have that much in common apart from some old shared experiences.
'You're looking well.' He says.
What do you say to that? He could have meant it or it could have just as easily be a euphemism for 'Jeez you're looking a bit rough, love.'
I say this because I brightly said, 'So are you!' (Which was a euphemism for 'Where has all your hair gone?)
This is the guy who, in our first year at varsity, attempted to drive his scooter by standing on the seat (I wouldn't recommend you try that at home). Needless to say the scooter won that competition by a country mile and my mate woke up in hospital possessed by a grumpy old Scotsman.
For an entire week.
Fortunately the Mr Scottish Grumpy eventually left the building, and my friend has no recollection of him ever being there, or how he became possessed but it was certainly one of the more bizarre weeks.
Anyway, our conversation today was kind of littered with pregnant pauses as neither of us wanted to be ruthless enough to say, 'Okay nice to see you and we both know we don't need to organise to catch up, cause in our heart of hearts we know we don't have much to talk about.'
Except he is more polite than me and he said, 'I should get your number so we don't just keep on bumping into each other in cafes.'
I wrote it down for him, handed it over and we went our separate ways.
Ten bucks says he threw it in the bin after he got back to work.