Text message received Wednesday, 10:03 p.m.:
When am I going to see you again?
It's from The Hungarian. Hmm. My newest mission was to get back out there and date. I tapped my nail on the screen of my phone.
Is this a date request or a booty call?
Let's call it a date. I'll call you Friday and we can work out the details.
Interesting. Okay then, I typed.
But there may be some booty involved, he added.
No. No. No. I haven't heard from him in six weeks. He does not get to assume he's going to get laid.
Because I haven't heard from you in six weeks!
I left it unanswered. I am a person, not a vagina. He was making me feel less than what I already felt, not more.
The next morning, he sent another text: Booty still not guaranteed?
I never responded. He never called.
Christopher has resumed calling. I deleted his information awhile ago, so I picked up the phone when I didn't recognize the number. He was drunk; I was at work. It was 5 o'clock on a Tuesday.
Once again he was rambling about his new job and about all the money he was going to be making. He told me he could move anywhere in the U.S. He told me he was considering Texas or California. Yup, he said he was moving to San Diego in three weeks. I didn't believe him, but just gave him the cursory mmm-hmm as I typed at my desk.
"I am so happy, babe," he slurred.
The use of babe made my skin crawl. "That's great for you," I said, completely uninterested. And then I hung up the phone. I didn't pick up when he called back.
And now the 4 a.m. phone calls have resumed. Being woken up completely bewildered when I have work the next morning really pisses me off. Of course they don't happen when I'm at Valdosta's. When the late night phone calls didn't work, he started sending me e-mails. All unanswered. He had me and he treated me like he didn't even want me.
S's step-mother has begun calling me again, leaving messages. All unanswered. I haven't spoken to her since probably May of last year, so I know something must have happened with S for her to start calling me again. If he had died, she'd probably tell me on the voicemail. However her voicemails don't indicate death so I can't be bothered. And really that's the only news I can stand to hear about S.
It's never who you want to call, is it?