I’m Never Calling Him Again

I had just worked, twelve straight days and was restless for a day to forget about work and finally enjoy myself. I had no plans but to keep my Crocs on my feet, slug a few brewskis, and unwind with some R and R. Work kicked my ass that week and I was going to enjoy this weekend by having to wake up to my alarm clock for two days.

When I got home I called my guy and asked him to hook me up with everything I need to have a wild Saturday night. I went out that night, met up with some friends, and danced until my shoes fell off. I left the bar covered in sweat from busting way too many moves out there on the dance floor that night.

My friend and I got back to my place around 3:00 in the morning. A perfect time to cook pancakes if you ask me. We were up together until the sun came up that Sunday morning. We figured the morning Sun was as good a sign as ever to get to bed in hopes to get some sleep before the work week starts again.

We damn near slept through the next day. It wasn’t until maybe 2:30 that afternoon we finally woke up to my phone ringing off the hook. My phone never rings, and it hits me worse than my alarm clock does during the week. It was my guy, who I met before I went out, was calling me. I answered the phone mumbled “hello” and heard nothing but silence on the other side of the phone. I had to say what’s up again to see if he was there.

His tone of voice was like he was surprised to hear from me, “Hello?”

“What’s up man, what’s going on?” I was still half asleep and in no way wanted to talk to him today.

“No nothing just checking in man, let me know if you ever want to get buck wild again?” and then he hung up abruptly.

Never in my life have I had anyone, whether it’s a doctor or a drug dealer check in on me and make sure I’m okay after I take the medicine they give me. It baffled me that he called me. This guy called me for what, just to see if I was alive and could answer the phone? Am I not supposed to be alive or something? I couldn’t help but think there was some sort of hit on me or something.

I instantly woke up and started smiling. I figured I was lucky to have another day on this earth and spring out of bed. I don’t know what that guy’s game was or what he was trying to pull on me but there is no way I’m calling him back. I have never met a guy that cares that much to see if I’m alive the next day. He’s got something going on and I don’t care to be a part of it.

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