Home Sweet Home

I fly back to spend the holidays with my family. It’s freezing cold but it’s good to be home. I miss my family and love being able to hang out with them. Unfortunately my cell phone gets sporadic reception in this part of the country and although I can get calls, I don’t answer because it’s roaming and costs a buttload. During dinner I get a call from Barbershop. Will this guy never give up? My phone rings a little bit later and it’s a private number. I’m guessing it’s Barbershop and I’m ready to tell him to lose my number forever before I get a restraining order. When I answer it’s not him. It’s Deej. Deej is this guy from the bar who is nice enough but I am in no way, shape or form attracted to him in anything but friendship. I don’t even know how he got my number. It had to have been from Usher. I ask him what’s up and he says he’s being a scrooge. I ask why. He says because he didn’t get what he wanted for Christmas. I ask what that would’ve been. He says me. I laugh at him. I can’t help it. “Oh, Deej, we’ve talked about this before.” He wants to know if he can just see me. I tell him no because I’m 2000 miles away. He sounds very sad and I feel bad since it’s the holidays but I can’t even fake mild interest with him. I tell him I’ll see him around when I get back. He hangs up on me.