That ex I ran into last weekend has been calling incessantly. He sent a text message on Wednesday:
“Are you ignoring me? Cause if you are, that’s hot”
I think I alluded to the fact that I don’t particularly care for this person very much and the fact that I spoke to him at all last weekend is a testament to what an impossibly happy and forgiving drunk I am.
I have been deleting most of the messages unheard and not really wasting too many thoughts on him.
So when the phone rang at 4:00 a.m. this Friday morning, I immediately assumed it was Miss Valium calling to get my ass out of bed in time for my training presentation at work.
I squinted at the display thinking “Why the hell is she calling me this early?”
Naturally I pick up the receiver and promptly put it back down on its cradle with a “OH HELL NO”
A minute later it rang again.
I ignored it.
Then again.
Finally I convince myself that my clock had stopped, or maybe something terrible happened. So I answered.
And I was completely taken by surprise when it was HIS creepy voice I heard slurring on the other end, sounding like he was calling me from some echoe-y cave in Hell and not the voice of Miss Valium.
“I shouted something evil into the phone like:
“What the FUCK are you doing calling me at four in the MOTHER FUCKING morning?!” and then promptly slammed the phone down and fell back into my coma-like sleep. (It’s a gift, really, this ability to sleep before, during and after any sort of noise or trauma.)
When Miss Valium did make her wake up call around 6:30, I told her what had happened, not completely sure whether or not it was a dream. I crept into the living room to check the caller ID for his name and was met with quite a shock.
Yes, the phone had rung at 4:00 AM. But it was not his number on the caller ID. The call came from the lobby of my building.
Mother fucker did a 4:00 AM drunk dial from MY BUILDING!
*shivers*
I didn’t even want to leave my apartment until I heard my neighbor outside because I thought for sure he had somehow gotten inside the building and was lurking about some corner or stairwell waiting to have some sort of confrontation with me.
So I decided the best course of action would be to stay in this weekend and avoid any of my usual haunts.
He hasn’t called again, so maybe I am freaking out over nothing. But he has genuinely creeped me the fuck out on several occasions since we stopped seeing each other, so I’m keeping the bolt on the door just in case.
In other news both Goth Chris and The 21 Year Old came down with the flu this weekend. So I kept plenty busy making runs for meds and groceries.
Between that, Resident Evil 4, the release of SAW on dvd and the new gay storyline on Desperate Housewives, I have kept myself thoroughly entertained.
But to be on the safe side, if you don’t hear from me for a few days:
CALL THE CHICAGO POLICE