Like Talking to a Wall

Him: What are you up to?
Me: I’m staying in
Him: Want to come over?
Me: No, I’m staying in
Him: What does that mean? You’re not coming over?
Me: It means that I am in my sweats and I don’t want to go out, but have a good night, ok?
Him: Want me to come over there?
Me: No
Him: Why not?
Me: Because I didn’t invite you over. Good night.
Him: But won’t you be lonely?
Me: No.
Him: But what if there are hoodlums around?
Me: I’ll manage. Good night.
Him: So you’re not coming over?
Me: No
Him: When can we hang out again?
Me: You know, I’m just not interested. Have a good night.
Him: Are you mad at me?
Me: No, I’m just not interested
Him: You don’t want me to call you again?
Me: That would be best. I’m going to go now.
Him: You’re mad at me?
Me: Look, I don’t like to repeat myself and every time we hang out, I end up repeating myself, again and again. You’ve asked me at least 3 times if I have roommates and every time I say no; I’ve told you about my scooter a bunch of times and you were still shocked when you saw it. I don’t want to be a bitch right now, but I kind of am and I’m OK with that. You have a good night.
Him: So you don’t want me to call you again?
Me: No, have a good night
Him: Have a good life.


*****5 minutes later by text*****

Him: Sorry

3:30am on a Sunday Morning

911: 911. What is your emergency?

Me: Um, I’m stuck on a Caltrain

911: Do you need any medical attention?

Me: No, I just feel really dumb.

911: Where are you now?

Me: In San Jose. I think I’m at the Caltrain Depot off of Coleman

911: Could you tell me what happened?

Me: I took the 12:01 train from San Francisco and I fell asleep and I just woke up and now I can’t get out because the door is locked.

911: OK, I’ll contact Caltrain Police. If no one is there in 15 minutes, call us back.

Me: Thanks.