Seriously?

So, Saturday I went out to dinner with my friends Julie and Stephanie. We were having a lovely dinner when my cell starts ringing. I look at it and whose name should appear but my latest ex boyfriend M.

Now, I can't write this story without a little back story on me and M. M and I dated for almost three months from February to the end of April. He was basically a rebound I had from the three year relationship I had before him. (I'll get to that later in My Love Life- Part #2). M was everything I wanted at the time. A good looking guy with his own apartment and a really good job. He treated me like a queen... at first. Then I became the what every girl should not be. I was very dependent on him for my time and happiness. We spent almost every waking minute together and when we weren't together I was just waiting for his call. I did everything for him from playing stupid video games to cleaning his damn bathtub. For some reason I thought this was how I was going to keep him. Boy was I wrong. On our 3 month anniversary he dumped me. For five reasons.

1: I was too dependent on him
2: I was smothering him
3: He was only attracted to me sometimes (Yes that's right... He thought of me more like a sister... all I have to say is... EWWWWWWW)
4: I didn't make him want to do good things for me
5: I'm white! (I don't even want to go there. He gave this long drawn out explanation, that I really didn't follow. But my friends suggested suing for racial discrimination. Oh also important to mention... he was also white.)

Anyway, after all that and after I picked up the last of my stuff from his house he suggested, like the asshole he is, to not call him for a while. He didn't want to think that we were all friendly when we weren't. So, I didn't! And now he has emailed me once and called me twice.

Now we come to last Saturday. He left a message on my voicemail saying to call him back because he has to tell me something. I'm still not sure why but I decided to call him back. This is the rundown of our conversation.

Me: What's up? What do you have to tell me?
M: Justin (his roommate) is moving out.
Me: Why's that?
M: I'm dating his ex girlfriend. And he's pissed at me.
I can feel the heat start to rise inside of me.
Me: Oh, wow. That sucks.
M: blah blah blah, I really like her, blah blah blah, she's really great, blah blah blah, I've only felt like this about two other girls in my life (ie NOT YOU)
Me: Wow. That's good.
M: But she always breaks plans with me. I don't like that. BLAH BLAH BLAH

That was basically the conversation. All him talking. Me saying uh huh. I really should have hung up. I'm not sure why I didn't. He broke my heart and now he is coming to me for girl advice. YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! Next time he's bored and calls me. I for one am NOT picking up the phone. I'm way to good for that.