That's what I get

So, I get out of work early on the Friday before Independence Day.
I am on my way home @3 ish.
I need some 'ports for the weekend.
(LOL..I need to quit smoking..stoppin for Ports has caused more problems in my life *sigh*)

I pull into the gas station. I go in. There is this dude at the counter, paying for his smokes. He checks me out. Eh, he's ok. Barely.

I get my 'ports and am walking to my car..damn it's hot. Dude is just kind of hanging out by his car. Like he's waiting for someone.
As I start getting closer to my car, he also starts heading towards my car.

Damn. Why men always gotta be crackin' at the gas station. Jesus. I am so over that.
~rolls eyes~--I mean dayum..men want to holla at the gas station while I am pumpin my own fucking gas. Damn mayne..atleast offer to do it..or pay for it, or sumthin.

So..dude wants to talk. He tells me his name. He tells me where he lives--he tells me his age.
He asks for my number. I give him my cell number. He says he'll call.
I say okay.

I am no sooner pulling out the fucking parking lot, and my cell rings.

Me: Hello?

Him: Oh, I was just making sure you gave me the right number.
Whhuut?..It took him the time to say those words out his mouth for me to figure out something about him. psycho.

At this point I was done.

Me: um. ok.
He laughs, and I hang up on his ass.

Over the last month..this man has called me every.damn.day.

EVERY.DAMN.DAY.

I have answered the phone exactly 2 times.
Until yesterday.

I am chillin at the crib. My cell rings. I answer not because I think it's him, but because I didn't know it was him.

Me: Hello?

Him: BRENda. (silence)

Me realizing it was him: Oh, hey..what's up?

Him: I DUNNO-YOU.TELL.ME!
this motherfucker has the nerve to have attitude. He starts to say something about me not ever answering his calls. Sorry son, I don't want to hear you! (laughing, not believing that I just thought "son" when I hate hearing people say it)
And I hang the fucking phone up. Just like that.

This man proceeds to ring my phone atleast 5 times. back.to.back.to.back.

Me: (finally) WHAT?

Him: Why are you doing me like that, I thought we had something?

Me: Huh? What the fuck are you talking about?
Ya ever been so frustrated, that alls you can do is hang up the phone?
Well, that was me.

What the fuck? Can't you just leave.me.alone?
Jeez. That's what I get for passing out my number like m&m's.
*shaking my damn head and laughing at the shit I get myself into*