I have always been a fan of my phone number. My cool (214) number and the following seven digits have been with me since I was 17 years old and got my first cell phone. Now at the age of 28, I'm wondering if its time for me to change my number.
You see last night I was perfectly content. I had just finished up a great dinner and wine date with my friend Leslie, and was all snuggled up on my couch watching the new Katherine Heigl and Josh Duhamel movie. Life was good. That's when it happened, I heard my text go off. I was really hoping it was a goodnight text from D, but to my surprise the text was from a (979) area code and was not saved to my phone. The message from the unknown texter said "Hello?". Kinda like they knew that maybe they shouldn't be texting me. I reviewed the number and knew I recognized it. I only know a few people with a College Station phone number, and was pretty sure I knew who it was. Yet I did the ever so common text of "Who is this?", only to be confirmed that my prediction was confirmed.
The late night texter was my old high school and college crush, who we shall call NB (Neighbor Boy). NB and I grew up with our parent's houses backing up to one another. We were alley friends. He was a year older then me in school, and probably one of my first real high school crushes. NB was kinda a dork, and that was what I liked about him. We would always flirt in my back yard pool, and all the other neighborhood girls and I would take walks down the street to "run into him". NB and I became good friends, and our friendship continued and grew when we both went off to college. When it was my time to go off to school he came to visit me and be my date for my first sorority formal. I was super excited and nervous to see what would happen that weekend. It was kinda a let down, because NB and I didn't even kiss that entire weekend. I learned then that he wasn't that into me. NB and I continued to talk everyday over AOL instant messanger, and sometimes on the phone the following years at school. I really thought that NB would be a guy that I would someday like to marry. After college we both moved back to our parent's houses, and that is when we started to be more then just friends. We would go out, and kiss in the alley (sorry mom). I really started to like him, and I thought that maybe this was it. Well, that is until one day when that bubble was burst. I met NB up with our friends, he casually introduced me to this new girl who resembled a hooker and had a stripper name. I learned that he had met her a few days prior and that they were now together. I was crushed, and was even more crushed 2 months later when I found out this new hooker like girlfriend had been upgraded with a new title of NB's BABY MAMA! I was disgusted, and sad because I held him to such a higher standard then that. Needless to say I got over NB and moved on to the next jerk..
Now that you have that background info, can you understand why I would be SUPER annoyed when he late night texted me last night? I mean dude, I haven't talked to you in over 3 years, and you are going to drunk dial me on a Wednesday night? More importantly though... WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE MY PHONE NUMBER? AND WHY DO YOU THINK I WOULD WANT TO SEE YOU????
NB's texts continued telling me that he was at one of our old hangouts and was thinking about me. He asked me to come meet up with him, to which I responded no thanks, but have fun. He told me that "It wont be the same without you", to which I said "Ha, you've made it the past few years perfectly fine". Then he responded with the most jerk thing he could say- "Ummm, not really. Why do you think I'm messaging you". REALLY? REALLY? Dude, you could have had me and you passed me up for a Charlie Sheen "Goddess" lookalike, and now you want me to be part of your life???? Shame on you NB for thinking that I'm the same insecure little neighborhood girl who liked you! I was so frustrated just thinking that he had the nerve to text me these things! Gosh, just writing this gets me fired up again!
I didn't respond to NB and I really hope he woke up this morning feeling incredibly shot down, because he was!! UGH! If I learned anything from this experience its that I am a catch, and even guys from the past are now realizing this! I also have grown a greater appreciation for the current guy I have in my life. One who makes me feel special, and would never call me late night to hang out after three years of not talking. I'm not the same dumb girl I once was, and I require much more then NB could ever give me. I'm proud of the woman I have grown into. It's too bad for guys like NB who didn't realize a good thing when that had it.
Clint- I'm just not that into you.... save your drama for your baby mama.
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