~Monday, January 17, 2011


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.

Not guaranteed!

Why not?

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?


MissM said...

No, never. And when you lose all interest and start ignoring them, they suddenly want to be around. UGH.

Thisisme said...

Way to have some high class self control! (: Some things are just better left unsaid!

nuttycow said...

I'm so (and I realise this is going to shound really patronising and it's not) proud of you for being so strong.

Yay you :)

treacle said...

I would have changed my number by now. You are way strong.

Amanda @ Wild Oats said...



I feel you on this, I really do.

Meghan said...

If anyone ever needed the Call Block feature, it's soooooooo you.

RazR's used to have a feature that blocked every number NOT saved in your phone's address book; it just immediately sent them all to voicemail.

Someone should design a feature like that for ALL cell phones.

Je m'appelle Danielle said...

Ugh just what San Diego needs, another unavailable messed up guy. He'll fit in Pacific Beach area just fine, thats where all "those" guys live.

Good job on calling out the Hungarian, what a pig.

cornflakegirl74 said...

Havne't stopped by in awhile and seems there are a lot of new developments with the men in your life.

You handled the Hungarian the only way you could; I'm glad you see it for what he wants it to be and you realize that you deserve more than that.

Good for you, girl. Off to catch up now!

Amber said...

Sarah, I am so freakin' proud of you!

Do you have any idea how much you have grown in the last few years?

Way to treasure yourself, my friend.


Anonymous said...

I second all of the proud of you comments. I've read your blog for a long time, and this is the best place I have ever seen you at.
I know it's tough waiting Valdosta out, but men are like dogs in more ways than one. Just like dogs can smell fear, they can smell when you're feeling insecure. Don't forget that for all of Valdosta's amazing qualities, he would still be lucky to have you. Don't let him forget it either. ;)
He'll sense small detachments, not pouting, just less availability. If he's right for you, that will motivate him over that fear and make him work to "get" you.
You got this, so don't let it get you down.

Anonymous said...

Never! Good for you for not giving in.

La Femme said...

Curiosity would have eaten away my entire being by now. You are so awesome for not answering S's Mom's calls.

I know this is feeling kinda terrible...but I think it's time for a whole new crop of guys.

Dream in Grey said...

I am so proud of you for no answering/calling/listening. Excellent work missus, you've come so far

Erin said...

No, it never is. It's good that you are ignoring all these calls. I've had the same phone number for 10 years so I occassionally get some random ex calls and it always sucks.

Bathwater said...

No, but even when it is sometimes ou wish it weren't.

Anonymous said...

I think ignoring these messages is a great way to go about it! Sometimes ignorance really is bliss

Anonymous said...

Awesome examples of the best things left unanswered. And sad but true, to a very fine point, that there is only bit of news about S you'd be interested in.



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