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I may be dating myself here, but....
I miss the good ol' days. Before mobile phones, internet connectivity, and all that stuff...ah, the Dear John/Jane Letter. Nothing like getting something you can physically hold in your hands, crush to your heart, render into tiny pieces like the shards of your soul.|
But I wax romantic here...
Really, the guy could be dead, busted up and broken, on vacation (from you too...it happens...people do need space sometimes), phone not working, in the massage parlor (hard to take calls), visiting other girlfriends or girlfriend's families (hard to take calls), drunk and homeless, stolen phone (hey! backup that addressbook!), etc etc etc...
My guess is the monestary. They have cold showers and free meals.