Late Night Phone Chats.

I talked to a friend last night that I haven't seen in years. I knew him from highschool, through a friend. We never really hungout much, actually we didn't hang out at all, we just spoke on the phone.

The one time that I did meet him I think he said something to the extent of:

"I never realised how big your tits were until the car seatbelt was between them. Holy fuck."

That's the most stunning thing that I can remember about Sean.

We both attended the same college, but still never became close friends. He was taking computer crap and I was off being an art fag. We never saw eachother.
By the time our second year came around, he was a pothead that I had no interest in at all and I was a stuckup graffiti writer's muse and so again, we never really spoke.

He came online now and then and would always send me a message to say hello, but it was hard to talk to him 'cause the only thing that he would want to discuss would be sex and the size of my chest, or how cute I sound on the phone and while said topics may be flattering in small doses, they're not constantly.

So again, my interest in him was lost.

Last night he messaged me. It was late, I had just gotten home from work and I was desperately hungry. I ended up calling him only 'cause I didn't want to sit on the computer and we chatted the night away.

Sean's turned into a decent fellow. His voice is comforting to listen to, he has his head screwed on the right way now. He makes a decent salary and he seems to be happy, which makes me feel good because while he was a bit of a dolt, he deserved to be happy.

He said that he was going to miss me when I moved away to Toronto.
While I don't understand how he could miss me because I would have to be someone constant in order to be missed, the sentiment was nice 'cause he was the first person that's said it to me that hasn't been a huge fucking twat about it.

I think after last night's chat, I'll probably miss Sean too.