Casino Mike

So a week ago, these two guys come to the cage where I work and end up getting my phone number from me because I'm a big dummy and haven't been hit on in a long time (except by Aaron, of course), and don't know what to do. He'd given me his phone number first, which was fine by me, because I had no intentions of calling him in the first place. Well, he'd called me the very next night, but did not leave a message. I kept his phone number with me so I would know when he called and know not to answer the phone (tee hee). A couple of days went by, and he called again Thursday night just as Aaron and I were coming in from getting some groceries. I recognized the phone number as his, so I asked Aaron if he wanted to answer the phone, but he declined, so I just let it ring. Still didn't leave a message.

Then he called two times yesterday, while I was at work, finally leaving a message. It went something like this:
Hey Andrea this is Mike, I dont' know if you remember me or not, um, you gave me your number at your work a week or so ago and I've tried calling a couple times but I always get your voicemail, so you probably have been wondering whose number this is showing up on you caller ID. Well it's me, Mike, and I'd really like to talk to you and maybe hang out, get some coffee sometime, get to know eachother, my phone number is *****, hope to hear from you, bye.

Well, the reason you have been getting my voicemail is because I am not answering the phone! Then, I'm taking a nap today after I get off work 'cause I'm pooped (stayed 'til 12:30am, got home at 1am, up by 6am to go to work by 7:30am), and I have my phone set as my alarm. It starts ringing, but it's not the alarm's ringtone, but I'm zombied out, so I don't know, I just open the phone and close it to activate the snooze. Then it starts ringing again, and I look at the screen, sure enough...it's Casino Mike (which is how I have labeled him in my phone book, even though he's the only Mike in my phone book). No voicemail again, but I'm sure the reason he'd called was because I'd picked up the phone, then hung it back up. Whoops. So once I get up from my nap, I look to see how many times he called. THREE times between 4pm and 6pm.

Now...you think he'd get the hint...wouldn't you? I don't know. I'm just going to keep ignoring the phone calls and hope he does get the hint and not come back to the casino and seek me out again. I've been trying to think of a good reason why I've never answered the phone or called back aside from, "Well, like I told you when you saw me at the casino, I'm really busy this semester and don't have a lot of time to go out and do anything." Because I can't just say that my phone broke conveniently after he got my number, because it always rings before going to voicemail, instead of going directly to voicemail, which would indicate that my phone is on. Not off and broken.

Any ideas? Besides just answering the phone and saying, "Hey, I should have told you that I am in a serious relationship when you first talked to me, and I'm really not comfortable hanging out with you right now. Sorry."

Ugh. I'm so dumb. Aaron knows about all this, and thinks is was pretty dumb, and I'm just going to have to deal with it, which is true, and I know that...but blah. It all started when the guy noticed that I wasn't wearing a ring on my left finger. "Oh, no ring, that's a good sign." So I have started wearing the opal ring my mom got me for my 16th birthday on that finger. It's not a diamond, but I'm not traditional, so it works. Ha.

And there's my blonde moment of the month.

In other words, Mom and Dad stopped in after I got off work and brightened up my otherwise crappy day (no sleep, being asked if I think this job is boring because I've been making silly mistakes at work, being $200 short at the end of my shift, and just being crabby in general). Oh, and seeing the baby cows tromping around in the field on the way home helped a little, too. *smile*