Feb 05, 2009 12:07
So, the other day, Kevin and I went to the grocery store to pick up my prescription for pain killers. Just as we were entering the store, I saw David leaving. David is an ex of mine. He looked awfully gaunt and unkempt, and I felt kind of bad for him. I'm sure that the economy's left him without a job (he did drywall with various construction companies, which is a very, very bad market to be in right now). He was always very meticulous about his appearance, but it looked as though he hadn't had a haircut for a good while among other hygeine issues. And the extreme weight-loss (he was a wiry little man to begin with) leads me to believe he's started using drugs much more heavily.
I made the mistake of saying 'hello.' The conversation didn't go past the obligatory 'how're you/I'm fine/you.' I thought that was the end of it. Oh, I am dumb.
Now, David was the bane of Kevin's existence for a while. David's favorite hobby is snorting coke/meth so you can stay up all night and have lots of freaky sex. Classy! He likes to do this once every two weeks. So David would call once every two weeks to ask me if I "still like to party," which was code for drug use and freaky sex, and I would tell him "No, I am in a relationship." And after several weeks of repeating myself I stopped answering the phone, because if verbal 'no' was not going to get through, maybe silence would. And then it went to text messaging, because Denial really IS just a river in Egypt, I guess. So this went on for -seven months- because I kept thinking well, maybe he'll get the hint -now-. (Did I mention I was dumb? I think I did.) Kevin finally gets fed up and tells me I need to change my number. So I was like 'okay, next time he does it the number will get changed.' But then he... got the hint??? Are we sure?
No, no he didn't. I believe, through my Magic Powers of Deduction, that he found a Skeezy Lady to snort coke with and bang for a few months. I also believe this ended in disaster, because I r teh smrt. So of course, when he saw me, it reminded him I existed, and now he is calling me. Again.
This is why it is best not to do Very Dumb Things! Especially with Very Dumb People. The haunt you. Literally. With many phone calls that piss off your boyfriend and fill up your voicemail box.
I am so changing my phone number. x.x
Why is 'irked' not one of the moods? I think 'irked' is a Very Important Mood to Have. Irritated does not do my irked justice.
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