Around Thanksgiving 2010 I had a brief spell of dating a guy who travels frequently. Brief, meaning two or three dates. He was about to leave the country for two months straight. He told me before he left that he would stay in touch. He didn't, and after a while I realized it was stupid of me to expect him to.
He finally got around to calling me in February of 2011, just about when I had started dating my current boyfriend. The voicemail he left was long and rambling, about how we "should get together for some coffee...or something" and "catch up on everything". He ended it with, and I kid you not, "holla back at me girl!"
Oh. Hell. No. I ain't no hollaback girl.
