"I'm coming over" he said.
"No you're not" I replied.
"Why don't you come down to Laguna Beach? I'm at a great party." he said.
"I don't want to". I responded.
"You're still pining over that bald guy" he replied.
"No I'm not." I lied.
"Okay, I'll call you on my way home," He said.
"No, don't." I cleverly retorted.
"Fine" he said. "I'm just calling you back",
"Fine" I said. I'm just calling YOU back because you called me like nine times today.
In my quiet town, the fog horns were blaring. Fog horns, warning ships they might crash upon the rocks.
It is precisely how I feel.
Don't come near me, there are rocks.