Quick Rant: You Call Me At Weird Times

That's great that you're thinking of me and that you use your phone to make phone calls. I'm a fan of both of those things. I know you want to nail me down for our first date/hang out/kicking of "it," but you consistently call me at times that aren't conducive to having a conversation.

1st offense: You called me at 10 a.m. on a Monday. Dude, I'm at work. Not to be too much of a cubicle cliche, but I don't want to talk to anyone on a Monday morning. It's not the worst thing in the world, but yeah, I rejected that call.

2nd offense: You called me at 11:49 p.m. on a Wednesday. That's a little bit of a tough sell because I was already in bed. I didn't get your voicemail message until 7 a.m. when I woke up and then I was perplexed at how to respond to your, "What are you up to?" message. Um, I was sleeping! And, now I'm getting ready for work. I don't feel like explaining any of this to you using my phone.

3rd offense: You called me at 2:15 a.m. on a Saturday. DUDE! What kind of conversation are we going to have then? You said you were just hoping to catch me? You are not catching me. And, you're slurring every third word which isn't helping your situation either. I have nothing against guys that call me late at night, but I don't need to consult a Magic Eight Ball to know that you aren't going to remember our conversation tomorrow. Your drunk dialing is a bit of a letdown. You're better than that.

It's starting to make me think that you aren't interested in talking with me or making plans; you just really like dialing my number. Try and call me between 7pm-9:30pm on a weekday or 2pm-8pm on a weekend day. I like to talk on the phone with a benevolent stranger (i.e. you) during normal hours: Get the memo.