Missed Call

I got a call this morning from T-dogg (a.k.a heartbreaker extraordinaire & the reason I left LA in the first place)... He just wanted to say hello since he didn't get a chance to write back (An email I wrote him re : the Dodger game). Yeah, I'm sure that's why you called me, buddy. We are doing the "let's try & be friends" dance ever since I moved here. Let's see how long that will last. The thing is...I don't mind being his friend bc he was my bestfriend for almost 9 years (yeah, that's how long our relationship was!) and I miss him. But sometimes he's incapable of being a true friend. Then after we chit-chatted for a while, he wanted to start talking dirty (typical ex behavior, no?). Ha ha...like I was really going to start that up...esp at work! What a crazy horn-dog! The one thing that's really good about this whole "friend" situation is the fact that I put an ocean in front of me to keep me away from him. He knows my weakness : (him) and I broke the seal when I made the decision to try and be friends. But I really wanted to be friends. Or do I just like to torture myself? One thing is for sure I'm going to do what ever it takes to get him out of my soul... even if that means staying in London longer. Am I running away? You betcha! But I think I could almost see my destination.