Intervention

In which I get personal:

Bachelor #1 (the first person I've given my number to in months) calls me the next day... five times. I answer once, tricked by the "private number" that shows up on my caller ID. He just says "hi," as if we've been friends for months; not "hi, this is Bachelor #1" which forces me to ask, "who is this?" even though I already have some idea from the three previous (ignored) calls. Later, he calls again. I do not call back.

Bachelor #2 beeps me while I'm on the phone with my ex-boyfriend's voice mail, apologizing for not saying goodbye at the party I just left. Bachelor #2 was at the party, and informs me, should I have any doubt, that this is a "booty call." I do not call back.

Bachelor #3 is friends with Bachelor #2 and calls me on Sunday wanting to "hang out... or whatever." I do not call back.

Saturday night I take my cue from "The L Word" and drag Debi off the couch, away from the cat and the boyfriend sleeping peacefully on top of her. "Get dressed and put on lipstick," I say. "This is an intervention. You are at risk of becoming boring."

Alone and exhausted on a Sunday night, phone battery running low, I begin to wonder who really needs the intervention. Is it boring to only want to hear one familiar voice on the phone or at the door, movie in hand, ready to curl up and ignore the rest of the world until morning?