Dating : It is a mean, cold world we live in

I was very surprised when she called me. To be frank, the way she had left, she was the last person I expected to be calling me, ever again.

I didn’t even think she still had my number! But here she was calling, I even debated whether I should really answer that call, you never know what these people want; she might be calling me to torture me a bit more. She hadn’t exactly left on good terms. See, she had ‘upgraded’, like she told me herself.

We had been dating for over a year and a half when one morning she told me she was leaving; just like that. I wasn’t given the opportunity to ask why in detail. The answers were brief and curt.

The way she talked, she sounded like she was doing me a favour by even informing me that she was moving on.
With a lot of unanswered questions, she took off. She stopped answering my calls, and after a while, she answered and told me not to bother her again. The guy she was seeing did not appreciate me calling her all the time, and all hours of the day.

So I had to stop bothering her and her new beau. That was last year. I even moved on. Now, several months later, here she was, bothering me. I had every reason to be suspicious. But after a while, I answered with a tentative, ‘hello’. She answered with so much gusto I got even more suspicious.
She sounded so relieved I had answered, and immediately launched into a breathless narration of how much she had missed me, and would like to see me again.

Naturally, I asked her why she wants to see me, and with little setback, she explained she still loved me after all. I went quiet because I imagined I was dreaming up this whole conversation. This girl could not be telling me this, she had no right to, she was not supposed to be talking to me. I mean, had her ‘upgrade’ failed? I had learned from one of her friends that she had moved on because she considered the new guy an upgrade from me.

I had taken this particular piece of information very personal more than the rest of the shock combined. And now here she was, literally telling me she wanted to ‘downgrade’ back to me. Or had her so called ‘upgrade’ been a downgrade from me instead!

Calmly, I asked her if everything was OK. She responded that indeed, everything was fine, she simply wanted us to be back together.

She hadn’t even asked if I was seeing someone else, the pompous girl.
Was I supposed to be thrilled she was back, ditch my current squeeze and rush back into her arms? I was in fact not dating anyone presently, but hey, that girl had no right to be doing this. Slowly, my anger built up as I listened to her nonsense. After about 30 seconds, I realised I was gripping the phone so tightly my fingers were hurting.
Then, I found myself shouting at her to go to hell, and threw the phone across the room. I was surprised that I had so much anger in me, and besides, I had just broken my new phone!

The next time she called, I was calmer. Coolly, I told her I was no longer dealing at her grade, I had upgraded too. She should seek out people in her league.
Then I hang up. I didn’t feel good after saying that, I in fact felt bad that I had been mean. But, it is a mean cold world we are in.