Because I’m a Girl

I am tired of calling, so much so that I’ve given up calling him. He doesn’t pick up the phone. I was doing really well. Being unaffected and all. I didn’t shed a tear. I was just pretending I was single and leading the life without him in it.

Today he called out of a sudden. And he called for 6 times before I picked up the call. Don’t get me wrong. The phone was on silent mode and I was driving but I immediately answered when I got my hands off the steering wheel.

“WHY YOU NEVER PICK UP THE PHONE?”

If I was alone, I would have shoot back at him. But because I was surrounded with fellow colleagues during lunch. I just let him have this one.

So I answered nicely, “The phone was on silent mode and I was driving out for lunch.”

He called again later at night and I asked him, “WHERE ARE YOU?”

He asked me why I sounded so angry. AHAHAHA

“YOU WERE ALSO ANGRY THIS AFTERNOON! IF I DON’T PICK UP YOUR CALL, YOU GET ANGRY. IF YOU DON’T PICK UP THE PHONE, CAN I GET ANGRY LIKE YOU?”

“It’s different. YOU’RE A GIRL.”

“SO?”

“I’M WORRIED.”

“BUT I’M YOUR GIRLFRIEND.”

“I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND.”

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