A couple weeks back I deleted Pete's number so that I wouldn't be able to give into the irrational temptations to text him/make stupid calls to him. (I've learned the hard way that I can be pretty weird if I don't keep myself in check.) I rationalized that if I did have a legitimate reason to contact him, I had his number on my voicemail.
Well my phone is very courteous and takes care of old messages that you don't seem to need anymore. It deleted his messages, along with his number. When I realized that his number was gone I just laughed. I once told Pete about my method and then he started joking about whether I had deleted his number. I reassured him I hadn't. Now I have. I didn't mean to make it permanent but there's no going back now.
"If a guy doesn't call you, he doesn't want to call you. No exceptions." -Alex (He's just not that into you)
The first time I texted him to see how he was, I was embarrassed to find out he hadn't left yet. He stopped by my house to see me before he left. Since he's left I have texted him a few times but responses were limited. I know that he is pretty busy but still... No exceptions. Pete told me that he wasn't interested in getting in any relationships before summer just because he was going to be gone for the whole summer. This could be why nothing ever happened. Or not. I guess I will find out this fall.
For now I have decided that I'm not going to worry about boys. I am going to make this summer incredible and unforgettable. Cross my heart and hope to die.
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