When In Doubt, Delete His Number.

Tonight Kate and I had plans to do dinner at a popular Yaletown lounge called Society. To our disappointment, the restaurant had been rented out for the evening, so we hopped across the street for a less original evening at The Cactus Club.

We discussed our updates over won tons and blueberry tea. I rambled on about work and dance, she rambled on about boys and dating. I listened and learned.

"I've discovered something I believe to be very smart," she started. Kate was in the middle of relationships. She had just had her heart half broken by a guy she dated a total of 30 days, and was throwing herself back into the dating scene, with safe screening.
"If you're about to go out for a night that includes cocktails, delete the ex's number from your cell phone. Write it down and stash it in your jewelry box, or wherever. That way, you still have his number, but you won't be tempted to drunk and text him later that night!"

She was impressed with her new found scheme. I for one, had never found myself in this situation. I'm not a huge drinker to begin with, and have had only two real relationships in my life. This made it only that much more fascinating when Kate went on about her love life.

It had been only a few weeks ago that I had joined Kate for her birthday at another Yaletown pad. It was there that I met her newest ex, Nathan. He seemed like a decent guy, stable, but how much can you know about someone in an hour? I guess it depends on the person. Either way, about a week later, Kate was unpleasantly surprised with the break up call, while at work. Typical excuse, 'I'm just not in a good place right now with my work and my health...'. Loosely translated, 'I'm just not that into you'.

In an effort to forget, Kate took herself out for a night with some girlfriends. After a few too many drinks and a lot of flirting with a pack of cute Aussies, she decided to send Nathan an innocent message. 'It would be great to see you'. Send.

After passing out with no reply, Kate sent a damage control message the next day. 'Please disregard my previous message'. The reply? 'Haha don't worry I did'. Slightly stung, she replied, 'I know, it wouldn't be good for me to see you right now'. To which he replied, 'It's really never a good idea. Take care'. Ouch.

Thus explaining her stash-his-number idea.

Now the real question is, why keep his number at all?