The Me in We

"Hi. It's me. Call me back."

Simple enough message, very often heard and uttered.

And yet not so much.

Let's just say it's been awhile since I've heard it from someone other than a friend or my father. I think the last male "me" - that lasted beyond a one-off date or two - was involved in the Moby Dick incident of 2002. And as a result of said incident, all ties were severed and the crazy roller coaster relationship fell off the tracks. Which was a good thing. I've never regretted it.

Recently I've dipped my toes into "we-ness" once more and am getting those simple messages again by a Y-chromosomed caller. No other identifier, no proper name.

I could get used to this again.

I think I already am.