We met at a bar one night in college. I can't remember if we made out or not. I'm guessing we didn't make out because you had a soul patch, and I find those things disgusting. Plus, I invited another guy to hang out with me the night we met, so that could have been awkward.
Anyhow, I must have been drunk enough to give you my number. And you were crazy enough to use it. Several times a day. Despite me not returning or responding to your desperate attempts to contact me.
Two weeks after we met, I was at chapter (for the non-greeks in here, weekly sorority meetings). So I sent you to voicemail. As everyone was socializing after the close of chapter, I listened to your voicemail.
Shut.Up.
You legit ended your message with an "i love you." Seriously. To confirm, I asked another sorority sister to tell me what she heard when she listened to the message. A said, "That's an 'i love you' alright."
Awesome.
So, being me, I played the message on speaker phone for almost the entire sorority. Guess you never got a chance to date a piece of "heaven on earth" because none of the angels would go out with you after they figured out you were Mr.-I-love-you-voicemail guy.
Next time, keep your crazy-sounding, clingy, creepy thoughts to yourself.
loveyoumeanit!
-A
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