I pretty much loathe calls from my ex. Though it's nice that SOMEONE actually calls me once in a while, I'd rather it be someone else... Yeah, I;m still trying to do the whole mature thing and just be friends, but I'm mostly just inviting the evils of memory into my brain. I HATE remembering the good times. I want NEW good times, because the old ones only remind of how much they're gone.
I won't bore you with the details of the hour-long call, which involved mostly just small-talk, but this is how I'd rather it would have gone (the beginning is pretty much the same):
Ex: "Hey Nick, it's -----. What's up?"
Me: "Oh, not much, really."
Ex: "Well, I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow... I've kinda had a bad week, and I want to go out and do something, but everyone else I know is busy."
Me: "Really? Well, why don't you hang out with the guy you're currently fucking?"
*click*
For some reason, I just can't bring myself to do that.
I won't bore you with the details of the hour-long call, which involved mostly just small-talk, but this is how I'd rather it would have gone (the beginning is pretty much the same):
Ex: "Hey Nick, it's -----. What's up?"
Me: "Oh, not much, really."
Ex: "Well, I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow... I've kinda had a bad week, and I want to go out and do something, but everyone else I know is busy."
Me: "Really? Well, why don't you hang out with the guy you're currently fucking?"
*click*
For some reason, I just can't bring myself to do that.
I love your conversation. Sometimes you remind me of myself terribly much. That's exactly what I would say. To a T. Queen of hanging up on people. Well! Fuck those people, hey?
Now can I have your testicles? Will them to me, thanks. You can put it on your organ donor card with your driver's license.