Of boys and numbers...

[This is what my friend Jackie told me after I finished conveying to her my problem of giving my phone number to boys that I don't really care to hear from again....ever.]
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me: I wish that I didn't have such a problem with giving my number out. I need to just get rid of my cell phone, or randomly change my number like Michael T does sometimes. And then never give my number to ANYONE. EVER. Except for you.

jackie: Right. I think that would best solve this issue. Or maybe just saying "no". You know, like:

Desperate Needy Guy/Emotionally Unavailable Guy: Hey, can I get your number?

You: Are you desperate and needy? Or emotionally unavailable? Or did you, at some point, get kicked in the head by a cow?

DNG/EUG: Yes. To one or all of those.

You: No, you cannot have my number. Sorry. No.

DNG/EUG: Siggggghhhhhh.

Yes, you have to put up with that ugly sigh of disappointment, but at least you don't ever have to worry about calling them back, right? Or maybe, when you give out your number, you should include a small business card with some sort of I-may-not-ever-return-your-call warning. That way at least they would be aware of the situation beforehand.
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[jackie. you are the best ever.]

<3

10,000 feet and climbing....

I love flying. End of story.

[that's my dad on the right]

Elevator guts.

So, apparently this is what the inside of an elevator looks like. Neato.
This is a view of the inside of one of the elevators in the State Capitol.
You are one of the few to be able to see this. Consider yourself lucky.
Via, ME.