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Dude, the sucky thing about this thread is that half the people don't know the original circumstances. Someone should come back and put a link to the first thread so that all of the "ending the night" people understand how the night ended.
Edit: Oh, I realized after I looked at the post that it might be taken the wrong way, so, in explanation: I call everyone "dude".
That said, let's check some of the options.
1) As mentioned above, the cellphone could've been lost or returned or pawned or God knows what. Things happen.
2) He leads a hectic life, and has a hard time finding quiet moments for himself, much less to talk to someone else. That'd be pretty sucky, but that also happens.
3) He's got the names and numbers of several girls in there, and he's forgotten which one you were. Not to say that you're forgettable, but hey, there've been times when my own mother called me by my brother's name.
Keep trying to call him off and on, or let it go. Both have been known to produce favorable results in the past. Good luck to ya.
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