So, here it is, three days after I called Snakeman and I am suddenly starting to remember why the whole dating thing isn't fun.
Guys, what the fuck? What insane gene do ya'll have that makes you feel like it is taboo to call a chic the next day? Or even the day after that??
Ok, I know, we do it too. I do it too. It's such a fucked up game that we play with each other. Always trying to look uninterested while maintaining just enough obvious interest to keep the other around. We are such a screwed up species.
And I am so just bitching/whining here.
Why?
Well, I absolutely didn't expect to hear from him on Tuesday. Because I have done this before and I know that it just doesn't fly to call the chic the next day. That said, I did think he would call yesterday and when he didn't, I was surprised. I broke out my trusty copy of Dating For Dummies (God, I hope that isn't a real book because ya'll will think I am the epitome of pathetic) and brushed up on calling/not calling ettiquette and saw that forty eight hours is the average to normal call back time. So what the fuck?
Did I mention that I am impatient?
Three full days later, I am keeping a steady eye on my cell phone and wondering why it is that I haven't heard back from him. When we talked, he seemed interested... so what is keeping him from calling and at least letting me know whether he can or can't go?
Being a girl sucks.
Edited to add:
Received in my email:
"there is such a book- fess up girl! hahaha"
Link on Amazon.
