|I've been busy! I don't know|
Just for the record: having a guy text me nothing but, "Hey, stranger" has NEVER resulted in my wanting to see him more. I know that we haven't talked in many moons. Entire seasons of Entourage have aired in the time we haven't talked. Believe me, I'm aware. I don't need his passive aggressive text reminding me of that fact.
Calling me "stranger" makes me feel like I somehow dropped the ball, like he's saying, "Where have you been?" It's not like I went away on a pilgrimage to Tibet and I've been unreachable for two years. I haven't joined the circus or been marooned on the International Space Station; I'm right here in Philly doing what I always do. I go out dancing Saturday nights at Barbarella. I grab beers at Johnny Brenda's. I tweet a ton with frequent updates about the shit I do. It's no mystery. The only thing that's strange here is this lame attempt at establishing contact via a lazy text.