Please quit calling my boyfriend

I feel the need to say something. Not because I am slightly inebriated and that is when I do my best writing. No, because certain events just happened that I kinda sorta need to document.

I just got my first, "Leave my boyfriend alone" text. Yep. me. Dateless me. Me. Not laid in forever. Me.  Me. Feminist me. And being the feminist that I am I apologized for it. I should have said more. Like, a man can have female friends which you as the female should too. Or, it's not that deep, you should have called to ask me first and I would have told you there's nothing going on. Yep. I am a straight up feminist in that way. But I didn't say all this. I just said, "Wow, I am sorry. I didn't know he had a girlfriend. I hardly know him." Hopefully she can read that last sentence to mean, I am not a threat and it is not that deep. 

I just find it too shocking. Shock because I suspected this would happen. When I heard the new text  tone chime, I almost read this out to myself. It's sad when my negativity turns out to be correct. Shock because this guy looks like the wimp from next door, yep, we are not talking Keanu here. When I met him, he asked all the questions, inquired so much of me and I didn't of him. I never do. I am not a natural inquisitive person I let you give me all the information. But this guy did all that and ever so carefully neglected to mention, oh by the way I have a girlfriend. For the past week or so, I've been getting dropped calls from his number, which I thought was weird. Little did I know. Things that make you go hmm...

I didn't like like him. I thought he was sweet. I thought he would make a good friend. And if possible a friend with benefit. If my mind and my inhibitions had let me have my way. I just thought, maybe. Maybe it's time I had someone do that sort of thing. Some toy boy who doesn't expect too much, who I don't expect too much from, just someone to chat and possibly fuck on occasion. However, that has been blown to bits now, hasn't it? Several crank calls and one stinging text later (which I accurately predicted). Yep. That. 

If you need me my cob-webbed, still alone and very lonely self will be hiding in some corner. 

There's more to say. But this is it for now. I am still in shock to type.