Thursday, August 31, 2006

God, I wish you would stop asking me that.

So I went out the other night. And I got asked for my phone number by a really cute guy, which is not necessarily typical nor unusual.

But my answer is almost always no (there have been 2 notable exceptions in the past 6 months).

Why Meh?, why no. Having talked to many many women and having heard stories from all of my guy friends and several ex's. I now know, very rarely do men ask for your phone number and then actually call in a reasonable amount of time. And I mean enough time so that when he calls, I actually remember giving out my phone number. I once had a guy call me six months later. SIX FREAKING MONTHS.

Thats ridculous. I personally blame the movie Swingers, which gave us some glorious things like Vince Vaughn, and then failed womenkind with that inane idea that you should wait between 3 - 8 days to call. WTF.

Seriously. Just do me a favor and don't ask. ESPECIALLY if you are going to call me six months later, cause at that point trust me, I am not going to go out with you, and I probably don't remember what you look like.

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