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Guts

Finally got up the nerve to tell the guy who I very stupidly gave my phone number to at the Gn'R concert to fuck off. He'd been calling every month or so, and hanging up on him did nothing to dissuade him from calling again. Fortunately, this guy had such lousy timing that the past few times he's called I've been out (and you know how often that actually happens), but last night I told him point blank to quit calling me and added a little white lie for good measure. ("I have a boyfriend.")

Comments

dude, i hate those guys who don't get the point and call and call and try everything in their power to convince you that you want them.

good for you for giving him the what-for.

Good for you, Zorbs!

Unfortunately, that behavior isn't limited just to men. I have a... fan... who is obsessed (clinically) with me and with the notion that I am simply denying my incredible desire for her out of my (unbeknownst to anyone else in my life) fear of happiness.

So how was G'n'R?

Pariah: they ROCKED! (although as everyone said, they're just not the same without Slash)