J came over to my side of town tonight and we went out for dinner. We were talking about the cell phone laws and driving, and he asked me if I was going to get a bluetooth.
I told him no, that I found that when I used one before, the person I was talking to would have problems hearing me and it was really frustrating. Also I never remembered to link the headset to my phone. J told me that he uses a headset, one that just plugs into his phone.
And then I remembered.
Last Christmas, before I had moved and S and I were still doing long-distance, S had sent me a phone headset as a gift through the mail (because I had openly worried about all the effects that hours of talking to him on my cell phone right next to my head had). It was a small gesture, but it was so sweet of him, and he had sent a card with it with a message scrawled out.
I had forgotten about that. I don't even know where that headset is now.
But when the memory hit me, I could feel that my face fell. I was hit by the sadness. And suddenly I couldn't think of a word to say to J. 1:09 AM