some boys are shameless

I am a vertible faucet of Benefit of the Doubt. A leaky faucet. Which, I suppose, isn't the worst thing one could be, but it does lead to phone conversations like this, excerpted from a blog post about 3 years ago:


(some girl): hello?

me: Hi, I'm looking for J?

(the girl): okay, hold on.

(pause)

J: Hello?

me: Hey, this is mynamehere. Are you having a party?

J: I'm having a party?

me: No, I'm asking if you're having a party.

J: You're inviting me to a party?

me: No...just....just...I just ASKED if YOU WERE having a party.

J: No, no, my friend (girl's name) and I were at (some place) and (blah blah blah.)

me: Huh. So I uh. I wondered if you got the message I left with your housemate last week.

J: (dismissively) Oh, yeah. I got that. Sorry I didn't.....uh....

me: Okay. Just checking to make sure you got it.

J: Yeah. Were you at the Cage?

me: I was in fact at the Cage.

(pause)

J: I was going to swing by the Cage but (blah blah blah).

me: Huh.

J: Look, I should go, I'm getting food on the table.

me: Oh, yeah, all right.

J: So...I'll talk to you.

me: Yeah, bye now.

(both hang up)


This followed a night of indiscretion, after which he had asked for my number, which, when I didn't hear back from him, I thought he might have lost (I didn't think it was an unreasonable possibility). And that was that. Don't hate the playa, hate the game, my sister said, about someone else.

So who text-messaged me last night? Out of the blue? Saying hey, mynamehere, is still yr number? This is hisnamehere - remember me?