“Jason, this is Ashley. I got that job at the Aquarium, starts Monday. Can’t come over this weekend, sorry. Hope you have fun at the concert!”
I wasn’t sure how my message sounded. It had to sound upbeat. Really upbeat. I wanted him to know I was over him. That I had moved on. That I no longer needed him in my life.
“Ashley, this is Jason. Got your message. I’m glad you got a job. But you can’t call me any more. I’m with Laura now. Good luck and everything . . . you know. Bye.”
The second voicemail I left was better.
“Hi Jason, just wanted to let you know how fun the museum was. That Van Gogh exhibition was great. Really worth it. Thanks for the tickets!”
I wanted him to know I had other interests. He would realize how much he needed me when he could see I wasn’t dwelling on the past
“Ashley. Jason here. Please don’t call me. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I don’t know how I can make it any plainer. I didn’t give you any musuem tickets, so I’m not sure what that’s about. But don’t call me again. Bye.”
Perfect. I could see I had him engaged, and I just needed to leave a message with the right tone, so he’d know he was welcome when he decided to come back.
“Jason, thanks for your call. I’ll be waiting for you at the little diner on 45th, the one where we went on our third date, you remember? We laughed about the oldies in the jukebox, and you bought me that little salt-and-pepper shaker set they had in the display case. I still have it! Don’t forget, Monday after work. I’ll tell you all about my new job.”
My final message. I’m still waiting for Jason to get back to me.