Rekindling Over The Holiday

I had to run to the grocery store on Saturday and since Alex was warm and cozy in his pj’s yet, I told him he could stay inside. We ran through the list of rules…don’t answer the door, don’t mess with the stove…blah blah blah. I gave him my cell phone to use IN AN EMERGANCY.
Apparently, I didn’t make that last part clear enough

Alex wanted to call his dad and also thought it would be fun to talk to another man who was very important in his life, my other ex Brian

Now, for those of you who don’t know, for some reason, I’ve dated a lot of men with the name “Mike” and “Brian”. Don’t know why and it’s defiantly not intentional, but that’s the way it has happened.

At 8:00am on Sunday, Alex called the entire list of Mike’s” and “Brian’s” in my contact book and thanks to caller id, those who didn’t speak with Alex called back in the afternoon to see why I called.

To make it a little more painful, if Alex didn’t reach his “Mike” or “Brian”, he called back immediately…sometimes dialing two or three times making them (I’m sure) wonder why this crazy woman would call them three or four times on a Sunday morning. Thus, most of my Sunday afternoon was spent talking to my ex’s. Some wanted to simply know if I was okay since I called three times that morning, some wanted to know if I wanted to get back together, some wanted to know why they needed to explain to their current girlfriends why Amanda was calling them continuously on a Sunday morning.

I guess this is why people erase their ex’s phone numbers after they’ve ended the relationship