The Rollercoaster of Emotions Brought On By His Accidental Butt Dial

I get excited when a guy I haven't heard from in a long time calls me and leaves a voicemail message.


Then I get sad when I realize it was an accidental butt dial because the 12 minute-long message is his back pocket rubbing against his phone.


Then I get happy again because my number's still in his cell.


Then I get sad again because the only time I hear from him is by accident.