Old lovers, old friends…

Last week I called an old lover, way back old, as I needed his help business wise. I haven’t seen or talked with him for over 20 years; first there were some letters, letters became postcards, postcards became silence, then a few years ago silence became a couple of e-mails.

That this old lover, Mr P, deserves a couple of lines is because he is one of the very few men who never have made me miserable. I know I made his girlfriend miserable but by then I already knew I would rot in hell, so I didn’t really care. When we talked at phone, I was wondering when we had seen each other last time, I had no clue. But Mr P could remember very clearly the last time he saw me, he remembered me standing at his door, and even how my hair looked like. Gosh, he really deserved my love!

Men who haven’t made me miserable are very few and I should add my best friend from lycée, Kimmo, to this list. He had always a shoulder to cry on and a car to get away from boring history lectures. Once I lost his 2 billion $ gold watch (hmm, quite drunk I think), and he didn’t get mad at me at all. Not even his disapproving looks at my stupid behaviour when we went out could make me miserable as I knew that no matter what, he was a true friend and loved me.

But now, after all these years, Kimmo makes me miserable. I have developed conscience in my later years, and I think I owe him some money, a lot of money in fact. The last year at lycée I moved away from home, away from my best friend, my mom (can you hear the irony!!!!!). I didn’t have any money but I remember very clearly wasting time at cafés and bars, thanks to Kimmo. And thanks to Vips. But Vips was a communist, I don’t really have bad conscious concerning her. And as she isn’t a Marxist any more, I don’t have to fear that she now 20 years after requires me to support her (or is this why she keeps believing in my talent, she just wants her share of my non existing success).

Kimmo is a perfect gentleman, thank God for that. I don’t think he one day will tell me how much money I owe him, he would never be so tactless. But he might send an anonymous letter.