My phone number is like the Bermuda Triangle.
When I give it out to someone that intrigues me, they never call. Actualy, they disappear...never to be seen again.
I have to tell myself things like....they left my number in their pocket and it went through the washer machine, they left for Africa to do charity work and there is no phone, they were on an airplane to the bahamas and got lost in the Bermuda Triangle etc.... to make myself feel better and not like a total loser.
The only time a boy calls my phone anymore is after 2am when the bars close and one of my guy friends needs a ride home because he got way too drunk and no other girl was dumb enough to allow them in her vehicle.
Welcome to my life.
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God, this sounds exactly like me.
It's not easy being a girl, is it?
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