People whom you have no desire to speak with ever again will no longer have your phone number.
Take, for instance, this evening. I used to play cards rather extensively with a circle of gentlemen in the city. Over the course of years my interest in the game diminished and so too did my spare time. Due to reduced appetite for said activity and a tight schedule, I made the conscious decision to no longer play cards and instead dedicate what little free time I had, and still have, pursuing activities more meaningful to me.
I made this clear to those individuals, that I had no real intention of playing the game further, but stating that I did not mind receiving email notification of upcoming casual games and tournaments on the off-chance that time and interest allowed for my participation.
So, this evening. Approximately 9:30PM. Bare-assed I stand, having just emerged from the shower and about to begin shaving, when, lo and behold, the phone rings half a dozen times prior to being answered by someone upstairs. I tense as I hear feet plodding down the steps, descending to my depths and approaching the bathroom door. Curious, I listen: it is for me, yes, though Parental Unit M has no idea who it is. Wondering myself, I take the phone, cordless, through the thin crack in the doorframe.
Guess who it is?
Yup. To re-state:
Good Thing About Moving Out #281:
People whom you have no desire to speak with ever again will no longer have your phone number.