I have this friend who is intelligent, attractive, kind and just and overall good person. She (like myself) is single and claims (like myself) that there aren't any good men left in Milwaukee. To that I had to raise my glass. Most of you who have read my blogs know where I stand on men, so I'll spare you the reruns.

However, she is a little more patient and tolerant. Almost to a fault. She recently broke up with her boyfriend and like most of us who have been down that painful road, was a complete mess. She lived for that man, and felt like there was no "her" without "him". After many nights of good food, good movies and great wine, I finally brought her back into the living.

She was doing great for about a month and a half. Flirting with men, giggling, and not checking her phone compulsively (come on, you've done it too). I was really proud of her. At 2am we called it a night, and as we were walking out of the bar, she gets a phone call from her ex. She started feeling light-headed. I tell her not to answer, because we all know what the 2am phone call means. We're women in our 20's, and no stranger to that familiar scene.

Plus she was very drunk, and not in the right frame of mind to make logical decisions. She pays no attention to my best "mom" impression, and hits the talk button on her phone. He sweet talked her right to his apartment and the rest is history. The good fight of getting over him that she fought for so long, had come to an end.

She will go back to checking her phone every five minutes, sending him texts (and not hearing back), calling me crying about how he totally used her, and swearing off men forever....until he calls again for another roll in the hay. What is it about the ex calling at 2am that will make an otherwise intelligent, relatively sane woman lose her head? I'm no exception to this either. I had an ex who knew just the right time to call (and by right time, I mean after I had a few beers).

I've since stopped taking his calls, because I was tired of feeling like the only reason I existed was to wait for a phone call from him. Sadly my friend will need a little more time to realize her self worth. I feel like if I'm good enough to be intimate with, then surely I'm good enough to have the pleasure of your company while the sun is still shining, and I don't mean as I'm fumbling for my shirt at 7am while you roll over into a comfy spot in bed.

So if it's 2am and you get the urge to phone me, I hope you have a good message lined up, because you'll be getting voicemail!