Blast from the past

2011 was going to be the year of fresh starts.  The english boy had stopped contacting me, I'm in a good place mentally, and I had this idea of tolerating nothing less than what I deserve in my love life.

Yesterday at book club we were all sitting around wrapping up our discussion on the book and my phone beeps.  Text message.  Something about hey how are you, I'm stuck in a foreign country and don't speak the language!

I freaked because I at first thought it was going to be the english man.  So I reply back, sorry I lost my phone recently, who is this?

He replied back, hey, it's the american, I didn't like how we don't talk.

Two seconds later my phone rings while I'm staring at it in shock.  It's him.  He just calls and tells me about this crazy predicament he got himself in and how he thought I thought it was really funny.  After just being in shock for most of the phone call I said, well look I'm at book club now, so why don't you just give me a call when you're back in london and we can catch up.  I don't know why I said that.  I just wanted to get out of the conversation ASAP.  I walked back into the room where all the girls were and they told me I look like I had just seen a ghost.  Who was that.  I told them.  The next 30 minutes were taken up by everyone discussing what I should do.  I mostly just sat there is shock.

Oh dear.