When You Become a Don’t Answer

You have now become listed in my phone as a Don’t Answer and have been checked in the box that says Send to Voicemail.

In this case, the only two reasons would be; I have met someone and I am no longer interested in you. That’s it. I have never made myself believe that I needed a great reason to break it off if you never reached the important level in my book. You never sunk deep enough into my brain to think about you to even allow me the urge to keep your name somewhere in the notes under your new name, Don’t Answer. So I give you the most famous line I am known for “this isn’t working for me”. This is also the time I say “I’m losing your number, I never expect to hear from you”. You have become “one of those” guys who is only good for a distraction when needed; only good for a build me up after a bad night; a possible booty call; a date, for one of my friends. The funny part about it is, you’re extremely good looking, have lots going for you except for the part when you became a Don’t Answer.

You become entertainment when it’s girls night out and you text me silly shit like, hope your well and want to meet up later? One, I have no clue which Don’t Answer you are because you are one of six in my phone. Two, you keep texting me days later even though I never responded to your last 5 texts. Three, It was my mistake to give you my email because now your sending me fucking messages that I don’t give a flying fuck about. I don’t give a damn if you need a date to something I really want to go to because I have RULES. I don’t give a damn if you get free cheesecake and I used to totally take advantage of it, but I have RULES that must be followed.

My memory is horrible, so if you have mentioned to me where your chill spot is and you happen to run into me there I may not remember you. I may have forgotten your name and the things we did together and the fact that this is where you ALWAYS come. Do not be offended by this. I am the official girl that men call a Jerk or if I really make their balls feel a sting they call me A Real Asshole. I’m the girl that doesn’t need a reason to say no to you, I do not need a reason to tell complete idiotic types of lies to make you go away. Most important is, if I ever told you to Fuck Off it was because you started to really yank on my imaginary balls there that hang right underneath the imaginary dick that I would have told you to choke on.

I hope you learned something from this.