I'm not your Jill

I attempt to live by a fairly strict rule (when dealing with gentlemen of possible interest) of, “If I call you once and you don’t return it I will not call you again.” This generally applies to emails as well… all basically a feeble attempt to save face. I refuse to be the girl pining away for attention that is not being returned.

Please note: Once you are “in” and we have a history I generally do not adhere to the rule, unless otherwise asked. I have absolutely no qualms about calling Da Bod 30 times in a row if I know he has his phone on him. He will finally answer it, “What?!?” I’ll reply, “I knew I'd win!!” and we both laugh… pathetic but true. (We all know that he'd turn off his phone if he really didn't want me to win.)

I have spoken of JAK previously. JAK may have one time fallen into the latter category, but as it’s been months since we have spoken, and years since we have seen one another, I hardly include him as being absolved from adhering to this rule. He doesn’t seem to know this.

In the last week he has texted me several times, and called several more. Initially when he texted me I had no idea as to who it was, having not recovered all of my phone numbers from when my previous phone died.

(………… moment of silence please …………)


I replied to his text, inquiring who was sending it. As soon as he returned that it was JAK I didn’t make one more attempt to respond to any of his additional three text messages or two phone messages that night. Nor did I bother returning his abundance left throughout the weekend, nor his two left last night. (“HINT” is apparently not included in JAK’s vocabulary.)

Yes, he knows my birthday is this weekend and that I will most likely be in Ptown. However, I have my own family drama... I mean birthday party... to deal with. I do not need him adding his crazy self into the mix. Plus he has the crookedest... umm... manhood... ever. Couldn’t / Wouldn’t even use him as a last minute alternative if all of my other beaus fell through.