Ego / Pride

by Penelope Smallbone

He “called.”
The bartender.

Text 1 (12:14am): Are you up? I fell asleep the other night with no clothes and a beer in my hand.

Text 2 (12:16am): My phone is on it’s last leg…
(note the misuse of “it’s.” You really have to go out of your way to add that apostrophe in a text)

I didn’t write back. I don’t plan to. I do plan to continue ignoring him until I make it out to his bar some night so he can see me looking smokin hot. 🙂