When I finally get home, nine hours after I left, I unlock the apartment and crank up the air conditioning. Ooo and eee, how the heck did people live in New York back in “the day” like the 1800s with no air conditioning and full length dresses with corsets. I change into shorts and a tank top and crack open a Diet Coke.
I probably won’t be able to fall asleep. I am now of “that age” where late night caffeine negatively affects my ability to sleep. Man, back in “the day” my college days I could drink eight Diet Cokes a day (I know very naughty intake of aspartame) and never have any issues with sleep. But recently, in the past two years, I have found that my relationship with Diva Cola has taken on a level of frenemy.
I turn on the telly and brace myself before turning on my phone. I have messages.
Voicemail One: Hey Desi Girl the funeral is over and I have agreed to drive someone into the City. Tell me where you are and we can meet.
Voicemail Two: Desi Girl, Flyboy, I am in the City driving around – did I tell you that I love to drive in the City? Anyway call me back and I’ll come meet you.
Voicemail Three: Desi Girl – how is the Met? Sorry I could not make it, Padre and I went to church and then to lunch and took a nap. Oh it’s Ainsley! Call me when you can!
Voicemail Four: Desi Girl, Flyboy – I listened to your message. I am not sure why you are suddenly going to Minnesota next weekend but I guess you are – you need to call me back and tell me where you are.
Voicemail Five: Hey Dei Girl – it’s Tate. I am in the mood for kati rolls – let me know if you are too! Miss you!
OMG. By the time I get through my voicemails I am EXHAUSTED. I do not understand why anyone would call/text someone they don’t know a combination of eight times in one day. You know – when women do this they are labeled insane, unstable, nuts and single-white/desi/black/Asian, etc.-female. Yet, when men do the exact same thing they are considered persistent.
However, here in the land of Desi Girl, a spade is a spade. His insane behavior is insane and I am NOT at all interested in meeting him. And the other thing that bothered me more than the volume of calls – was the fact that he was questioning my “sudden trip to Minnesota.” First of all it was not sudden; I planned this trip months ago. Second, I don’t owe him a running program of my comings and goings. Third, how dare he say “you need to call me back”, I don’t “need” to call anyone back if I don’t want to. And definitely not by someone who thinks it is acceptable to contact someone eight times in one day.