Geegollygosh, he's back!

Got a call out of the blue yesterday.

"Hey Amanda! You'll never
guess who this is!" He was right. I didn't recognize the number or the
voice on the other end. Didn't feel like playing guessing games either,
and although I was urged to take three guesses, I took zero.
Eventually, seconds away from hanging up in exasperation, he mentioned
where we'd had drinks. And then it clicked.

Diet Pepsi guy. Mr. Aw-heck-can-you-borrow-me-

$5
pushover! Why the hell was he calling?? It had been over two months
since we went on our ill-fated date; there was no reason to contact me.
We weren't even friend compatible!

I didn't know how to get off
the phone, but I didn't exactly have anything to say to him either. He
babbled on about god knows what. Panama, for some unknown reason. Small
chat about holidays, I mentioned I was going to New York, to which he
responded, "do you like Madonna?" What the hell does that have to do
with anything???? It was time to end this nonsense.

I flailed
frantically at my sister in the hallway, and with the mouth piece
covered, whispered for her to get me out of this. So she obliged by
yelling purposefully "Amanda, I need the phone! I have to leave right
away" Oh, so sorry, must run. Nice catching up. Bye now.

And let's hope that's the end of that.