Running into Old Friends

Sometimes it's not fun.  You can run into some friends and it's great.  I mean they are really happy to see you and you can tell they are and you are just as happy to see them.  Mainly it's just that you remember the happy times you spent together and hey, who doesn't want to remember the happy times.  You chat for a few minutes and be on your way with a, "Hey it was really good to see you".  Your both smiling and wave as you walk away.   Then you have that so called friend.  You know the type.  The one who you realized too late was really not your friend.  The one who pretended to be there for you only to be able to report to others your downs, never your ups.  That happened to me a couple of weeks ago.  This so called friend makes a point of gliding toward my husband and I.  To explain a little, my husband and I have experienced some really bad times financially and let's just say were uprooted and are now somewhere else.  The expression on her face was like the cat who caught the canary, if you know what I mean.  You know, the smirk, the smile that never touches her eyes.  My plan was to be polite, say hello and be on our way.  I did not want to chit chat.  I don't wish her ill will but also I did not want to give of my time.  Well, so much for My plan.  As you have guessed my husband had his own plan.  He is chatting away.  Asking about this and that and of course she is doing the same.  I swear you would have thought they were best friends (um? is this something to think about?).  Well, after at the least, 15 minutes I finally say, " Sorry we need to get going", and start to pull away.  Her closing was, Hey, call me sometime my number is still the same.  Now I ask you, if she would have been a true friend wouldn't she have ask for My phone #?  Wouldn't she have truly made a point to let me know she wanted to see me again.?  The thing is I admit I do not want to share any time with her nor did I lead her to believe I was her friend.  Like I said I do not wish her ill will but do not want her in my life.  My husband and I have made it through some really hard times and I am proud that we have.  We have realized just what is important and what is a bag of hooey.  No more hooey for me.  You can guess what the ride home was like.........Tootles