H called. At approximately 1:14 p.m. I was having lunch when my phone started vibrating. I thought it was Mel finalizing our January dinner plans. But no. It was H. It took every cell in my body to keep my fingers from reaching for my phone. I overworked the nuclei in each cell in trying to fight the desire to click "Answer".

I didn't pick it up. And I thought that after the vibrating stopped, it would all be over. But he left a message. He never leaves messages.

So I listened to it. And all he could muster was some obscure statement about how he guessed I wasn't talking to him anymore, and then he hung up. wtf?!

It may just be me, but I would think that if you wanted your ex, or in general just someone you cared about, to speak to you, you should probably put a little more effort into the message-leaving. I'm sorry, but a "Just wanted to see if you were still not talking to me, so I guess not. CLICK" does not suffice.

It's all about the gesture. The grand gesture. The double G. The G&G (no, not the clothing chain I used to buy stuff from in Queens). The grand gesture doesn't even have to be all too grand. Mini gestures can also be grand gestures. A card. An actual phone call with an actual conversation/statement. Hey, maybe even an apology.

I'm not calling him back. If he wants to be friends, he has to do better than that. He needs to give reasons, pose an argument, formulate a theory. It's scientific, this life we live. The odds must weigh out for us to delve into something that could be the cause of our demise.

Just a tip. Wow your loved ones with love. Lift them high up in the air. Because when it's their turn to do the same, they'll be inclined to lift you just as high, if not higher. This thing called friendship, it's a seesaw, with ups and downs, but a push on both ends can level out the bar. And so far with H, my end of the see saw is still eating dirt.

I'm not calling him back until I can taste the clouds. The end.