What's a girl to do?
Saturday night was quite fun... danced my little heart out, didn't spend a dime, all in all a great time. Ran into Plan J. Yuck. He NEVER went out when we were talking. If he did, he didn't invite me or if I invited him out, he never wanted to join me. Remember, I was very much involved in the BCC at that point. I got to do the whole "oh hi!" routine and be wisked away by my friends. Did I have time to chat? Hell no! I've got places to be and a space on the dance floor anxiously awaiting for me to shake my groove-thang.
Remember that guy I went on a few dates with - perfect looking, perfect manners, and has a job?? And of course, I didn't feel a spark with him... lucky me. Well, I ran into him AGAIN Saturday night. That makes our random meetings times thrice. Is this a sign? Should I try hanging out with him one more time just to make sure we don't belong together? Should I call him? Or wait for him to call me? What do I do?? (Guys, your input here is vital.) If he's into me and wants to see me again, shouldn't he call me? We chatted a bit Saturday night and he asked me to join him for an after party. I admitted to him that I didn't have his phone number anymore... (I had recently held a cell phone funeral for him). Then he gave me his number again. However, I realized at this point he had a girl with him at the club. A date? A new girlfriend? Hmmm... I called about an hour later but to no avail. He texted the next day saying he ran into a bit of drama but wants to hang out soon. Should I just wait or should I call? A curious mind wants to know...
posted by Elisabeth @ 3:18 PM
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Doughy middle-aged white guy input here...Imagine, if you will, American grl, the scenario as seen through this guy's perspective. He's at the club, with a girl, and sees you..wanders over and talks to you and then gets a bit of drama for it. Later, he's out with her and his cell phone rings...he sees it's you and doesn't answer it and says something like, "It's my buddy, Steve. I'll call him back later." Later (or the next day), he gets a minute away from his club ho' and goes into the bathroom and text messages you, then walks out with his fly open and smiles at her.
A very wise grl told me to shop at the outer edges. I suggest you do the same: go for something fresh rather than repackaged.
You guys rock! Advice taken. Fresh meat for me... :) Or that glass of warm milk and a snuggle session with my cat on the couch I've been talking about...
American Girl is a great song. It's just one of those tunes that really gets me going.
I dunno AG, that's what that chick was listening to in Silence of the Lambs...be careful or someone may try to make a girl suit. :)
Yeah, bag the pretty boy. No Spark=No Spark.
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