Lifestyles of the poor and nameless

Finally, I've put an end to the Robert drama. Yippee! He didn't call @ 8:30 on Thursday, nor did he call the next day. So around 9:15pm on Friday, I decided I was going to pull the plug once and for all. I called him and he didn't answer, so I left a message stating: "Hello Robert, this is R*. I'm not going to beat around the bush with you. I'm just going to ask you to do me a favor and please don't call me anymore. Best of luck with everything. Goodbye." Ha! Talk about empowerment?! A sista felt REAL good after that. After all...that was direct and unequivocal. He knew the game he was playing, and after that message, he should realize that I just wasn't interested in it.

So imagine my surprise when he called an hour later :-O. I was on the phone with a friend, so I decided not to answer. He called back again :-O. The 2nd time, he left a message. The message said: "Hi R*, this is Robert. I'm returning your phone call. I was just thinking that I would like to get out of the city this weekend, so maybe I can come out to your area---Pennsylvania is it?--- and we can get a bite to eat or catch a movie or whatever people do in PA for fun. I'll give you a call tomorrow."

Are you SERIOUS?! I'm thinking that he must have looked at his phone, saw the missed call and not listened to the message. And you know, if that was the case, I MIGHT have felt bad, except for the fact that his message did NOT apologize for not returning the phone call the night before. He started with "I'm returning your phone call"....like he was doing me a favor by calling. Dude, you owed me a call in the first place! And on top of that, he didn't say anything like "I'd like to spend some time with you". It was "I want to get out of the city for a while." What do I look like? A safehouse for refugees?!

Some people think he might have heard the message, but still called anyway, just to see if I was serious about what I said. *Hmph* What nerve!

My best friend (a guy) thinks that I should have "given him a chance", and I should have agreed to meet him for dinner or something, especially if he's willing to come out here. "Get the free dinner and a movie and then send him on his way if you really don't like him." But you know what? Screw that. The man can't even make a free phone call, and I'm supposed to believe that he's really going to come all the way out here? And start paying for things for me? He better take that mess on to the next chick, 'cause I ain't the one.

Unfortunately, super-producer "Damon" must not have gotten the memo, because he insists on calling even though I told him not to...and even though I don't answer his phone calls.

You know, there's got to be at least a few million men on the east coast. Heck, let's even say it's just 10,000 in my age range in the NYC/PA/NJ region. How is it that I can't find just ONE that's feeling me the same way I'm feeling him? Ugh.