Friday, June 14, 2013

So Call Me. Maybe.

If I know someone is supposed to call me, then I am not like my more-at-ease fellow females, who can do whatever they were doing anyway, with an ear vaguely pointed in the direction of the ringer. 

I simply look at the phone. 

I can't concentrate on doing something else. And we all know that when I finally decide it is safe to go to the bathroom, then the phone will ring. 

So when the shadchan asked when he should call, and I said tonight, I brushed my teeth and applied my nighttime face ritual well beforehand. Then, with the television ineffectually attempting to distract me, I waited. 

And waited. 

And waited some more. 

And got angrier as time passed. 

At the stroke of 10, I buried the landline (should have given the cell number, idiot) beneath a pile of pillows and blankets, but was still tense as I crawled into bed, worried a blaring ring would wake me up. 

Be understanding, I thought. Who knows what could have happened? My imagination kicked into overdrive with all sorts of far-flung possibilities, like him getting accidentally shot by a tranquilizer gun by wildlife researchers, waking up fuzzy-brained in a cage with a dart in his neck.
Then I swing back to mad. I don't even want to go out with him, I fumed, and this is the aggravation I'm getting. 

He calls the next night, all politeness; he got out from work late. Really late.

Oh. Well, I suppose that's not unreasonable.

After the date he says he'll call me that night. I watch the phone again. 

He calls back on the same two-day time delay. 

Bite me.    


FrumGeek said...

I prefer to avoid the predate phone call. I work much better (at portraying myself as a functioning human being) in person.

Anonymous said...

All these sorta dating stories drive me crazy. I mean, did these guys grow up under a rock? Its not even about "dating etiquette"but simple mentchlichkeit. I never understood it.

Tovah11 said...

I do feel qaualified to talk on this because of the thousands (ok, maybe hundreds) of dates I went on: This is typical passive aggressive male behavior:n "You need me more than I need you and I don't want to appear to anxious. I would rather you be anxious." They're so pathetic. Also, the ones that ALWAYS show up late have the same personality disorder. Grow up, guys!

Tovah11 said...

OK. just read over my reply and I've got a million errors. I am not as uneducated as I seem. It's a new cheap keyboard that skips letters, adds letters in and makes me think I'm typing a word correctly.

Let me just say this: You get what you pay for. lol!

Princess Lea said...

FG: I hate phones in general.

Prof: I was pretty surprised, since he was otherwise very decent.

Tovah: YES! Exactly! Sheesh, it must be exhausting to be that self-conscious.

A million errors? I only see one.