I went out last weekend to see "Hot For An Old Crusty Musician Type" and his band. At the end of the night, one of the guys I had danced with asked if I would be interested in going out sometime. He was nice, and could dance, so I agreed to exchange numbers. I got a call from him last night. At 10:30 PM. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Knowing how charming I can be when I'm half asleep, I sent him off to the land of voicemail, so he could talk to someone who was interested.
This morning someone told me that I should call him back at 6am. Imagine all the possibilities! "I'm sorry, but I don't think this is going to work on account of our conflicting schedules. That, and I don't have room for another dumbshit in my life right now. But hey, best of luck to you!"
Know What I Meme?
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Ahem. MEMEMEMMEMEMEEEEE.
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5 comments:
Your Grandpa had a name for folks who called after 10 PM. I had a boyfriend who would do that on occasion. A really nice guy but lousy timing on the phone calls. I believe he was dubbed "ding a ling" by your Grandfather :)
Giving your number to strangers you meet in a bar. Hmmmm. Perhaps there's a market for a call center/answering service for situations like that?
Or maybe I'm just being a Mom...
Well, there is what's called "The Rejection Hotline".
http://www.rejectionhotline.com
You can go onto the site and look up your city for the local number for your area. It's pretty funny - maybe I should start handing that number out!
I'm sorry. I'll tell my dad not to be so impatient and not to wake you up anymore
Wait a sec? Explain to my why I dont have your number? Whats the deal, yo?
Sorry, I don't give my number out anymore. You can thank Martin for closing that window.
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