Something funny happened to me today and I want to write about it.

I had a boyfriend, let's call him Maurice, in junior high. Then we broke up and stopped talking to each other, as is customary among fourteen-year-olds. Then, one day four years later, we bumped into each other in the street and became friends again.

The problem was, he had a girlfriend. This girlfriend, as is customary among empty-headed eighteen-year-olds, was a jealous monster. So, he couldn't very well tell her he had just reacquainted with an old ex-girlfriend, as innocent as our friendship was.

Thus, he lied to her about our meetings. And, although our friendship was indeed innocent, these lies hung between us and started to cause trouble.

I'd have this nightmares in which I was in need of help and he wouldn't give it to me because he was with his girlfriend. Or, I'd be in a strange place with strange people and he wouldn't say hi to me because he was with the girlfriend. I never got to meet the girl personally, but I sure dreamt a lot with her.

Eventually I told Maurice that either he told his girlfriend about me or we should stop seeing each other, because I was suffering all of the inconveniences of a romantic affair without any of its pleasures. He refused. We stopped seeing each other. The dreams also stopped. The End.

That was.... five years ago, perhaps more.

And yesterday, I had a dream about him. In this dream, we were laughing like crazy, just like in those old days when we were in school and we'd share a pair of headphones concealed under the sweaters of our uniforms and listen to some Guns'n'Roses, maybe some Nirvana during class. In my dream he told me he didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to say, and we kept giggling like loonies.

I didn't think much about it when I woke up, I just thought it was a bit strange that I had dreamt about him since I haven't seen him in well over two years.

This afternoon, I was here, sitting at the computer, as always, when I find one of my online friends, my good ole Finnish Avi. I hadn't 'seen' him in some time and I was even a little worried about him, so I greeted him happily.

One thing led to another, and to another, and to another, and we somehow ended up exchanging phone numbers. This obviously led to each of us dialing to the other one, after solemnly promising we wouldn't pick up, for the call would be terribly expensive. We got excited and chirruped with emotion when we discovered delightfully that, indeed, our *phones* where ringing.

(I know, I know, I need a life, leave me alone).

Of course this was not enough. After much courting, he finally told me to pick up the next time the phone rang. I did:

Me: "Hello"
[Giggles at the other end]
Avi: "Hello"
[I start giggling like a twelve-year-old]
Me: "Hello Avi!"
[Giggles, giggles, giggles from both parties]
Avi: "Hellooooo"
[More giggling, tons of giggling]
Avi: "I just don't know what to say."
Me: "Me either, I just don't know what to say."
[Giggles all around, giggles for everyone, giggles on the house!]

Ours was a brief but lovely conversation. It was cool.

When I hung up, I kept thinking, I've heard his voice before, I've heard his voice before.... where.... where......

Until it finally hit me: He sounded just like Maurice.

Weird, huh? Weird, but funny.