Quick addendum to my post the other day about Dunkin Donuts guy -
Why does Barry the Bartender* feel inclined to continue calling me? I gave him my number over a year ago in a fit of lonlines and moment of pure weakness. I have only returned one of his calls since December of '04 (because, appropriately enough, he happens to attend my institution a few nights a week and was confused about his bill) and have only picked up when he called once - because I was driving and didn't see the number on the screen. You would think good ol' Barry would have gotten the message by now. The message being, "LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE". I feel bad because he's a nice enough guy, but part of what turns me off so badly is his sheer patheticness. It just goes to show that men really, really want and love to be treated like crap. The meaner you are, the more they adore you.
*his name isn't really Barry, but I feel bad disclosing the poor guy's identity. Wouldn't want you guys to point and laugh the next time you see him or anything.
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