Please Don't Call Me

A few months ago, rocker Pink released a single called Please Don't Leave Me. Now I am kind of wishing she would return to her bad gal roots and write a song called Please Don't Call Me. You see, back in March or so of this year, my boyfriend did leave me. It was one of those, "yeah, um, this really isn't working out for me" type of situations. No reasons, no warning, just see ya. Really, I think he wanted some drama and for me to beg him to stay, and to tell him how much I needed him blah blah blah, which is totally not my style. Instead, in typical Princess Tartini fashion, I moved on and decided to proceed with my plan to buy a house.

I guess the only perplexing thing about the "break up" is that I am still fielding calls and text messages from this guy many months later. And the most pathetic thing is that he does this even if he is dating another girl!! A few weeks ago, I just knew he must have broken up with his girlfriend because the frequency and desperateness of his communications increased. I received two phone calls and three texts from him IN ONE WEEK! These communications consists of drunk messages, declarations of how good of a chef he is, requests for dinner and to come see my house, and one text and follow-up phone call to let me know how much this comedian on E! Channel reminds him of me (Chelsea Handler, if you must know).

At first I was a little flattered that he still called. It was my silent victory of haha-YOU are calling ME. Then, it was a source of humor as I forwarded his ridiculous text messages to my friends, who also knew him. Now, it is just plain stupid. Please don't call me and make up dumb excuses why you need to talk to me. IE. "Oh, my phone must have just dialed you, but now that we are talking, how are you? We should do dinner sometime." Ok buddy, whatever. What part of breaking up do you not understand?

Even though I know that us parting ways was the right thing to do, it just kills me that he thinks he can worm his way back into my life with his "accidental" phone calls and "oh, I was so drunk and therefore had no control over my actions" text messages. Here's a thought: Do I call you? No. Do I text you? No. Sooooo, please don't call me.