The
first voice-mail was from Pam, one of my attempted post-dinner dates from the
night before.
“Hi. Look, Dev, thanks for the
invite, but I really wish you wouldn’t call me… umm… ever again. I’m very happy with my life now that you’re
not in it, and I would prefer that I never, ever hear from you. Hope everything is going okay. Bye.”
I
pushed the delete button and made a mental note not to offer Pam the
opportunity to enjoy an evening of my witty comments followed by mad,
passionate debauchery.
(from Russian
Roulette by Mike Faricy)
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