So maybe that’s what was at play this past week when I stared angrily at my phone, stubbornly willing it to ring. Why hasn’t he called? Why did he ask for my number if he wasn’t going to call? Why do I even care? After all, it’s not like I haven’t had and enjoyed one night stands before. All these thoughts streamed through my head as I stared at the little red rectangle that is my Blackberry. Actually, glared would probably be more accurate, because I started to get a bit angry as the week went on. Okay, more than a bit. There came a point when I actually wanted to chuck the thing across the room and it had nothing to do with the fact that my Facebook app has been messed up for days. And when I woke up to yet another grumpy, gloomy day this morning (thank you Mother Nature, but could you please stop matching my mood?) I realized I was just plain fed up.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been the girl who waits by the phone. And you know what? It’s not fun, and it’s never worth it. In fact, the only time it’s ever been worth it for me to wait (in any capacity) for a guy is when I was dating a fireman and waited to make sure he always came home after a call. But this week has not been a matter of life or death, unless you count the death of my sanity. So I’m done. I deleted the number from my phone, consigned his name to my list of conquests and decided that with cooler weather, cooler heads should prevail. And that means not forcing anything. For one thing, I’m really bad at it. And secondly, it never works! All those relationships that stared in the fall started because the timing happened to be right, not because I checked the calendar and decided to get a move on. So this fall may come and go without a relationship entering my life, and I’ll have to be okay with that. Because the alternative is being that girl by the phone. And that girl is not a happy girl, especially when she’s me.
xoxo
Cat
NEVER wait for a call. Give your number out expecting not to get a call. If he is worth a shit and is interested he will be shaking his leg and thumbing at the send button waiting two days to call as to set up the chase.
Nothing is more sexy to me, subconsciously, than a busy girl that I have to vie for her time and wonder if she would be available. Fill your waiting by the phone time with something that makes you smile, or makes you think, or pick up a new hobby. Make yourself the best you can possibly be and be happy with it and the dudes, waiting for you to pick up the phone.
Unfortunately, I’m really good at multi-tasking. I probably appear to be extremely busy between work, grad school, volunteering, spending time with friends, yoga, homework, this blog, etc. etc. But my phone on my 24/7 for a number of reasons including work, it’s still easy to feel like I’m doing nothing better than waiting.
Logically, I know that if he’s not calling, he’s not worth my time. But when it seems like guys as a rule don’t call, it becomes harder to believe in that right guy who will. But that’s part of the journey right? In order to appreciate the prince, you have to kiss a lot of friggin frogs.
Ugh, I hate that phrase about kissing frogs and princes. What kind of girl wants a frilly man in tights anyway? I didn’t even think about that to be honest, how much time you would actually be spending with the device that is actually driving you crazy. Also, I feel terribly bad for women in this generation (my recently divorced sister being one of them), there is a serious lack of courage in men these days. It seems that courage and honor or slowly being evolved out of men like a tail or webbed feet.
You seem to have a level head on your shoulders in a sea of creeper stares and disappointments in men. Judging from the inside view of men, there are a lot more quality women then men, certainly breaks my heart for the 20-something women of this world.
Yea, unfortunately the little bugger sits on my desk at work so I can keep track of this blog, emails from other projects, calls from home, texts from friends etc. And I’m probably not the only woman these days who “waits” by the phone while performing a thousand other tasks.
As for the men of my generation, I was really hoping you’d say that this pussification of the male species was all in my head, that there are still many real men out there. But it’s also gratifying to know that I’m not crazy. So I ask you, from the inside view of men, what the hell are we women supposed to do? Because despite what my name might suggest, I really have no desire to become the crazy cat lady. Dogs maybe, but I’d rather have a man and a puppy.
Campy Answer: Just wait it out, there are plenty of fish in the sea.
Realistic Answer: Make yourself as appealing as possible in some manly places.
Dr.Phil Answer: Your life is a mess