About every other month, I go through my little silver book (it's the new black), in this case my cell phone, and clean it out. I delete numbers of guys I don't want to talk to anymore, or who haven't called, or I haven't called. I re-read text messages, (the drunk one's I send are always the funniest) and delete them or save them for s&g (sh**ts and giggles) later. Last night was one of those nights. Latino Papi Alex's text prompted me to do that.
Latino Papi: You still mad at me Mami?
I didn't respond, just like I didn't respond to the one he sent Monday morning. I'm not mad. I just don't have time. I'm tired of getting cramps in my fingers from texting him. If he really wants to apologize, he should call. Other's among the deleted include:
Ivan - The guy from Kenya with the British Accent. We never really talked, and to be quite honest, I wasn't really interested
Terry - Horrible. At everything. I thought I deleted his already, but I must have forgotten
Island Prince John - As much as I don't want to, I deleted all of the numbers he called me from as well as his text messages. I doubt his cell number he had while he was here will work there anyways. I have his e-mail address just in case of an emergency! I have plenty of pictures to remember the sexy times we had
Chris - We had a good time. We tried to set something up last week, but never followed up. Then there was the time I cancelled on him. I deleted his number, not his text messages...for now anyways
Some Randoms - Guys I don't remember meeting, probably met when I had beer goggles on, and never called, because...I don't remember them
I probably should have deleted more than that, but for now, I'll keep the others around.