Today showed me just how much I need to let Dave go. And do ya wanna know how? Well too bad, I'm writing about it anyway.Last night whilst talking to AJ, I was drinking a wine cooler. This started at around 11:15ish and I was running on a pretty damn empty stomach, drinking it in shots. If I drink close around the time I'm planning on sleeping, it only accentuates my drowse.
At around 12:48am, I picked up my cell phone and called Dave twice. Each time, doing the same thing: Call, hang up, reapeat if necessary. I have no doubt that my number has shown up on his phone twice as missed calls. And I also doubt he's grown out of the habit of calling numbers he doesn't recognize nor heard from in 5 months. So I come up with the understandable excuse that I hit "Talk" when I meant to hit "Save" (part of which is true : When I started using this cell phone again last week, I had to re-enter all my numbers from the old phone). So, I stop worrying about it until about 5pm when I actually DO hit the wrong button and it dials his number once more...just like last night. A friend from college comes online and I rant to him about it. He suggests the perfect solution and should Dave call back, I'll use a variation on it.
Ironic that this happens 10 minutes after reading my favorite entry by Luella. Somehow, it kinda feels good to have done it...to just get it out of my system cause I've had it in my head the urge to do this for a while now. Looking back on my write-up of this little accident report, it's kinda funny.
In fact, I'm laughing it up RIGHT NOW because how hilarious is the notion that I feel the need to explain my actions to anyone I stopped dating/talking/sleeping with three months ago?
Exactly.
