I'm thinking I may have stopped calling Marie a little too close to Valentine's Day. I thought the timing was perfect since it was a full three weeks before Valentine's. But she keeps on calling and texting me. I know it's bad of me to ignore her, but I honestly don't think we were dating long enough for me to be obligated to do anything more.
Sure it would be polite for me to tell her "I'm no longer interested", but that wouldn't do any good. I'd still be jerk. So, I do what I always do and ignore her phone calls and texts. (Calvin, you're such a d-bag.)
Luckily, I got an iPhone for my birthday. I briefly thought about transferring my old phone number over to AT&T, but then at the last second, I decided to just get a new phone number. I don't care enough about most of the people in my circle of friends and it also would solve the "Marie" problem.
Except on Sunday I found out that Marie had actually come over to my house looking for me. I guess three days without hearing my voicemail was just too much for her. Luckily I wasn't there. Lance was there (of course... since it was during church) and he told her that I was at church. Marie actually asked where our church was. Lance was quick enough on his feet to give her directions to a different church. Actually, with how seldom Lance goes to church he may have given her directions to Maverick.
So now I'm trying to figure out what to do. Valentine's Day is a mere 10 days away. Marie has to have gotten the hint by now, right? So what is she doing? It seems like she may be trying to force an uncomfortable confrontation. What's the purpose of that? Just to watch me stutter through a breakup conversation? That's just mean. I knew there was something wrong with her.
My birthday was lame. No smooches for me. Probably because I didn't have one of those sweet "Kiss me, it's my birthday" t-shirts. Lance tried to throw me a party, but it turned into a "Lance is awesome and knows a lot of hot girls" party. Most of them didn't even know that they were there for my birthday. So I was pleasantly surprised when Jake sent me a text saying his concert was over and asked if I wanted to "crash" the MG's (Missionary Girls) sleepover party.
We went to the store and bought a bunch of stuff and then drove over to the address where this sleepover bash was taking place. It was pretty freaky cause we wanted to drop off the package without being seen. We thought 1:30 am was late enough that it would be a breeze. But while we were sitting in the parking lot... staking the place out... we saw two different cars pull up and watched the female occupants exit their vehicles and walk straight up the stairs to the MG sleepover. We realized that if we had tried to drop off the package 60 seconds earlier, we'd have passed the girls on the stairs and our cover would have been blown.
Plus, the blinds were open and the window was cracked. So as we crept up to the door, we could hear them all laughing and giggling. None of them were talking about us, though... so that was kind of disappointing. Plus, they were all fully clothed and not having a pillow fight. It totally destroyed my illusion of what I thought happened at every single pajama party/sleepover.
But we successfully dropped off the package and high-tailed (thanks Dad, for the lingo) it out of there. Then we were worried that someone else might find the package and steal it, so we had to scrounge up a few phone numbers from Facebook and call them. It was one of the first times Jake and I actually felt popular. We tried to talk, but we couldn't cause all of the MG's wouldn't shut up. There was talking and screaming and laughing. I'm pretty sure they at least heard our voices, though, and can vouch for the fact that we're actually two guys (as if anyone thought otherwise).
If you want my new phone number so you can text me, let me know. Unless your name is Marie.