at the other end

after i had broken up with the chino and was in my "dating" phase at 23 (let's see... a brief makeout affair with adrian - previouly known as DCB1 (US and brazilian) but since he doesn't matter anymore i can use his name... i'm not sure what came next, it's all kind of mixed up, names and dates got out of order when i smashed the puzzle of my dating life on the floor... oh wait it's coming back, then was fall and i met Juan Pablo and we went out one time and then who else? hmmmmmmmm oh before fall was august and my friend Carlos (DCB2 - german and chilean) another brief makeout affair... but still; let's just say that it was a short-ish stressful depressive string of boys who meant as much to me as the order of their names) obviously nothing *worthwhile* came from it and i had to wait for the blogosphere to happen. but during that time

okay let me start over because i've slightly forgotten what point i was trying to make.

oh yes. so every "dating" experience ended when whichever boy in question would stop calling me. now at the beginning of my "dating years" (ie, 21, in buenos aires) this would drive me nuts because of the lack of explanation and all the questions. when i finally got over all that crap a year or two later, i was able for the most part to separate myself from the obsessiveness and if i didn't care about the boy in question i wouldn't make a big deal out of it y listo. but in "the dating years" my mouth would WATER with the desire to be on the other end of the ignored phone call!

well i had that opportnity about a half hour ago. i was sitting here, boludeando, when i heard my phone ring. hoping it was my caleño i jumped up. but on the caller ID it was dino. a guy i went out with once or twice back in july or august. the last time i saw him was back in february, or maybe january. but by then *things* had obviously changed so what passed was the general chit-chat that normally arises between friends-of-friends. he sent me a text message while i was at my boyfriend's place a couple weeks ago. to which i did not reply, but i did share the fact with mi caleño. and it was a little embarassing because 1) i hadn't seen dino for a long time anyway and 2) i was worried he (my bf) might think there was somethig going on there and 3) it's rude to answer your cell phone (or even have it on anything besides vibrate) on a date; on an extended date text messaging with out-of-the-loop guys who are hoping you're available for a booty call is completely out of the question, not to mention retarded, rude, and just generally trailer trashy. not that i ever responded to ANY of his booty calls in the first place

it's still a little different saying "my boyfriend." but it's great to be able to sit on my bed as my phone rings, staring at the caller ID and knowing i DO NOT CARE to answer the call (of course i wouldn't seend anyone, unless it was someone i strongly disliked of which there are very few, to voicemail after a few rings, that's just rude).