Just say NO
Thursday, April 12, 2007
E ver get weird voicemails from someone you met at the bar a couple of weeks ago? Okay, probably not. This is from the publicist – met her at Black Finn, straight, cute, writer on the side, Italian or Jewish (not too sure) and has a killer bod. Let me tell you, I hung out with her maybe three times and the make out sessions was like porn star sex. Amazing. But she creeps me out with her voicemails. Here is the latest:
"Listen, this is just like you ya know. We meet up, we fuck, you ditch me and call outta fucking nowhere [using her best impressions of the drunk me] – hey fucker I wanna hang. So I call you back ya know and I a fucking douche cause I call you all the time and then leaving messages…you don’t fucking call me back, you act like I have a fucking STD. you douche me over and we don’t ever hang out…Stop giving me the shaft ya know. So anyway… Bye. Call me”
So my caller ID for the Publicist immediately switched to “NO”. That way when she calls, I just say “no”.
"Listen, this is just like you ya know. We meet up, we fuck, you ditch me and call outta fucking nowhere [using her best impressions of the drunk me] – hey fucker I wanna hang. So I call you back ya know and I a fucking douche cause I call you all the time and then leaving messages…you don’t fucking call me back, you act like I have a fucking STD. you douche me over and we don’t ever hang out…Stop giving me the shaft ya know. So anyway… Bye. Call me”
So my caller ID for the Publicist immediately switched to “NO”. That way when she calls, I just say “no”.
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