6.06.2005

Text me: 1-800-GOT-HELL

On the dating front, there has been no action.
Van was supposed to contact me on Saturday, but did not follow through. Then, he spent about an hour sending me text messages in the middle of the night. What's that about? His excuse was that he had fallen asleep. Is this a plausable excuse? Let's discuss...

Support: A. Van works out of town and for over 8 hours at a time. This would certainly lead one's body clock to be askew and therefore account for odd hours of rest.
B. I, myself, have neglected many a return call due to unexpected siestas.
C. Why would he blow me off only to text me later on?

Defiance: A. I don't have my ID. Therefore, I wouldn't be much fun at any gathering that require proof of age. Thus, a convenient excuse may be necessary so as to mask a night of drinking with "buddies" to which I may have otherwise been invited.
B. Hours before his call was due, he advised me that his mother was visiting.

This is confusing. If he was trying to get rid of me, or blow me off, why would he text me the next night? On the other hand, what a lame excuse. On the other hand, would I rather a lame excuse or a flat-out rejection?

On the other hand, I don't really care all that much. Honestly.

There is an "adult" store nearby, in which I have sometimes found myself a customer. Wait, that doesn't sound right. I'm not a hooker. I didn't find myself a customer there, I was a customer there. Anyway, there's a really attractive guy who works there and, quite a while ago now, I had given him my phone number. He never called. I was a bit disappointed. Not heartbroken - just disappointed. I had written of this to one of my pen pals and she recently wrote back to say, "He probably lost your number." Well, I have had my number changed and disconnected since then. She could be right.

After all, I thought I'd seen all the signals, all the little signs that tell a woman when a man might want some. So, I dropped my digits on him. Oh, I was real slick about it too. I danced deftly around the "you work at a porn store and I'm asking you to call me" akwardness quite nicely. What better partner than someone who recommends your private viewing pleasures? What an interesting way to communicate to someone what your kinks and fetishes are.

I don't know what happened, but I haven't been back to see him since. I did drop by once, but he wasn't working. Since then, I haven't really had the money to spend there. I feel weird going in and not buying something from the guy. Anyway, maybe I should give that avenue another shot. He's really hot!

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