Drunk dialing. I loved those calls in my early 30s from my friend Dave. He called me after a night out and professed his undying love for me, "I love you, Stace. I think we should date." Which I would always reply the same way, "You know I love ya Dave. Let's see if you remember this call tomorrow." He would promise he would and I would laugh and wish him a good night. I would always get a follow-up call the next day. Dave would ask me how big of an ass he was and I would just say it was good to hear from him. Truth is it was endearing. He was just touching base.
This new guy, now history, in his mid-forties could learn from my dear friend Dave.
Went out with New/history guy a couple of times. Liked him, but he was too busy with pending relocation and so I wished him the best of luck and we went our separate ways. Then I received a text saying he missed me. He needed to see me. That night. And then the next text was offensive (unlike him) so I picked up the phone. He was intoxicated beyond belief. In his drunken stupor he decided to tell his pals that he met me and didn't have time for me (such a sad story!) so they decided it would be fun to text me on his behalf. And HE LET THEM. He calls me back. I didn't take the call. He said he would think of me and pray for me. The whole experience was humiliating. He should be embarrassed. Still no apology from him. Coward.
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