The yearly cell phone purge

That's sort of a lie. It's not really a yearly ritual so much as a ritual I perform whenever I feel like it. I go through my contact list in my phone and get rid of the people who I'm just flat out never going to call. Ever. Here are some highlights of those that didn't make the cut:

- Arlene, a psychic who was recommended to me and who my friend and I were supposed to go see eventually. But as we know, I got my future told elsewhere.

- Chris, a guy I went on a date with earlier this year. He was 29, lived at home, and didn't have a college degree. I excused myself from this date as swiftly as possible. (Confession: I don't actually remember that guy's name, but there's a Chris in my phone and I can't for the life of me figure out who it is, so I'm assuming it's this dude. Otherwise I just deleted a classmate from my phone by accident, or something).

- Gene, another guy I went out with once. He was nice, but not my type.

- Jeeb. I have no idea what ethnicity this name is. He struck up a conversation with me in the elevator at the Luxor in Las Vegas. We exchanged numbers and he said he would call me so we could gamble together later that day. He didn't. Which is sad, because he was pretty cute in that "It's always sunny in the land of the cool so I never take off my sunglasses" kind of way.

- Loaf. Probably the best real name of anyone I've ever had in my phone. I met him on the street shortly after I moved to Boston in August. He had just moved to the city and wanted someone to hang out with and frankly, I had no interest in talking to him and still don't know how I got roped into that conversation. I never had any intention of calling him. Sorry, Loaf. Insert joke about bread here.

- We all remember my personal trainer, Monstrous Greg? Don't need his number or his crazy muscles and weird ponytail anymore.

- Sameer. I went out with him knowing full well I had no interest in him. But I really suck at going on dates so it was practice. Mean? Maybe. Do I care? Obviously not.

- Sammy. A dude who didn't have enough of a command of the English language for me to want to really spend any time with him.

- Tom. 29 and still doesn't know that he's gay. One day he'll realize he should start going on dates with dudes, not chicks.

- Tom T. T was not this Tom's last initial, but T is the name of my friend who set me up with him. If you read my old blog, you may remember that this guy is 3 years younger than me and DOES NOT DRINK. Tom T never had a shot. PS, did I really go on dates with 2 different Toms this year? Apparently.

Well, that's it for the more interesting of the people I've met over the last year who clearly didn't influence my life too much. This was a fun little exercise.