Skip to main content

My Question of the Day

Even though I said I wouldn't worry about it, that guy STILL hasn't called. It's been two weeks since he took my number. One of my friends told me that I shouldn't really be that concerned since he's crazy. I know she's right, but here's my question...

Why take my number if you have no intention of using it?

It's not like I offered it to him. HE asked ME for the math. If he didn't intend to add to my equation, why did he bother to extrapolate my digits? If you ask me, he could've kept it moving.

Okay...that's all I have for now. Stay tuned...

Comments

Tiffany said…
Sucks huh? I've re-arranged weave tracks trying to figure this one out.

Why do they do this? You know what, I do not believe this question has ever come up at the Battle.

Well, hopefully you all didn't exchange digits; it will make it more tempting to call him. Since he asked for your number, I feel he should call you
Annie Nova said…
My assumption is that he is simply too chicken-shit to make the call. Acquiring the numbers one thing; actually dialing a whole different ballpark. Some guys lose the nerve to take that next step, and my guess would be that he was more scared than you were. My second theory falls along the lines of the act being an ego boost of sorts. Similar to the small moment of triumph I experience after having been asked for my contact info (regardless of whether or not I actually intended on giving it), men pat themselves on the back and add up mental bonus points for the number of numbers they so meagerly attain. Either way, this guy is not worth time or your thoughts, as you already know.

Thank you for your words of encouragement. They really do mean a lot to me. I stumbled upon your blog a few months back, and since then have always found your entries to be sharp, informative, thought-provoking, witty, and just all out entertaining. You're an inspiration to the whole lot of us, not just a broke, college student who can't decide between being a writer or a scientist.

Popular posts from this blog

Life Matters: My Take on All This Madness

I am vexed beyond words about the situation with the two police officers being shot in Brooklyn. What bothers me is the blatant disregard for life -- on both sides. The man who felt like it was okay to take the lives of two police officers CLEARLY had no disregard for life because he took theirs and his own. And then there are the situations with Eric Garner and Michael Brown. Both situations show a disregard for life. For humanity, really. And it's painful to me that all of these families will have holes in them because someone felt like it was okay to take a life. There was a time in the not-so-distant past when people could fight and disagree -- and everyone went home to fight another day. When did it become okay to kill a person for whatever reason? As quiet as it's kept, by NOT indicting the police officers for killing those guys, it shows that life doesn't really matter. And it's easy to say Black life (and believe me, I do believe that it's open season ...

The Baby...

I heard from The Baby today. The Baby is a young man I met at work. Nice enough guy...he's 29...new to the radio game...and tall and lanky like I like 'em. He showed up at our studios because he was caught in the throes of his format's contract negotiations. When I saw him, I was kinda speechless. Not because he was cute -- he was -- but because I NEVER see other chocolate faces at my job. The conversation we had was one part interesting, one part amusing, but completely charming. Even though my interest in him was purely professional, we exchanged numbers. See, in addition to working as a radio engineer, he also has the inside track to this weekly show I like. For me, that was it. We exchanged a few texts, but nothing major. Then, one day he said that we should hang out. Since I'm always down for an adventure, I accepted. We ended up spending the day at the beach. We had a good time, but there were some definite red flags for me... For one, he didn't tip ...

Yeah...It's Like This

It's been a minute since we've talked. I can honestly say that I'm flummoxed. Let me catch you up... After a brief fling with a Bulgarian (which was kinda fun), he ghosted me. I don't know that I blame him after our one hotel stay when the black gel I use to cover up my gray edges rubbed off on the sheets. It was truly my Rudy Guiliani moment. I'm currently matriculating with a man I met at a bar/bookstore here in Dallas. I call him Barnes & Noble and I like him. However, he claims to be too wounded to entertain love in his life. I say "matriculating" because I can't really say we're dating. Although we see each other at least once a week, he's never made a real romantic move toward me. Ours is more of an intellectual situation where he keeps me in the loop of his life and I try to encourage him to give himself some grace. Several other things are wearing me out, but the final straw came this morning. The first post that came up on my Faceb...