Not everyone who’s in over their head in debt is a “fuckweasel”.
I used to answer blocked numbers and numbers I didn’t know. In fact, one of my first girlfriends had an automatically blocked number, so I had an almost Pavlovian reaction to my phone’s blocked-ID-call-incoming ringer. And even besides that, I always thought it was interesting in its own stupid little way to take a gamble on who you’re going to end up talking to.
That all changed with this girl. I used to hear about girls who would turn into raving stalker psycho maniacs the instant you started having sex with them. I heard about girls who would make you want to put your pants on and run right after you’re finished. But I didn’t believe it until this girl. The next time you can’t reach me because I don’t already have your number, you can thank her.
And what’s so hard about leaving a message, anyway?
Yes (left it as if I got cut off), no (not surprised that she tried to call me), and no (not playing head games).
Point 1: That was the only way to get out of the conversation in under an hour, and I didn’t have time to fuck around that day. Not for her, anyway.
Point 2: No, but I was irritated that she called me several times from blocked numbers to try to trick me into answering, and then when that didn’t work she called me from an unblocked number I had never seen before. That was how I ended up talking to her that day in the first place. If someone never answers your damn calls, take a fucking hint. Maybe there’s a reason for that. Especially if that person has already told you what that reason was.
Point 3: Head games? I told her exactly what I wanted (for her never to contact me again) and I haven’t changed that a bit.
And I just got a letter from County Weights & Measures saying they couldn’t contact me by phone with the results of an overcharging tip I gave them. Well, I didn’t get any damn messages. I figure if you’re at work, and you’re getting paid to get in contact with me, you ought to at least leave a message.