It's 2:07 am and we have already said goodnight; there is literally nothing that I want to talk to him about right now. Dollars to donuts, I'm probably milling around talking to more guys and the last thing I wanna deal with is some needy freak-a-leek who's thinks he's on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire and trying to phone a friend. We aren't friends. We're still pretty much strangers. I don't even know his name. I just wrote "Mike(?) from the Barbary" in my phone when we did the number exchange. I'm not even sure if I heard his name right.
So when I saw that he left me a voicemail message, I let out an audible groan. Great. Now I gotta listen to this thing to clear the icon off my screen. This guy is already getting on my nerves and he's only been in my life for 15 minutes! Fuck him and fuck me for even giving this weird guy my stupid number. All he was to me at 2:02 am was a guy possibly named Mike. But, now that he left me this stupid, rambling voicemail message, his name is "contact deleted."