| That atrocious ringing in your ears |
| "I'll call you." No! What an idiot to say that. Boys, as much as I hate to insult them (I swear I truly do), are completely oblivious to their complete responsibility to practically every single problem between the sexes. Ok so I exaggerate a bit. But when it comes to the phone nightmare, every boy should be required to take a basic phone etiquette 101 course. There is no end to the echoes of girls' whining. "Why didn't he call? He said he'd call. WHy would he have said he'd call if he wasn't going to call?" As much as I'd like to tie each of those girls up to a tree and tape their mouths shut, I cannot help but somewhat sympathize with them. It's a real mystery to me why someone would go out of their way to say something that would raise the bar of expectation, and then dodge right underneath. The phrase is so notoriously known that it is almost a given the boy will Not call if he tells you he will. Which is why my only hope for this boy was for him to not even mention numbers, anything black, shiny, hard, or having to do with having conversation. But like always, the more energy you put into trying to keep certain words from coming out of someone's big mouth, the higher likelihood that not only are they going to say it, they're going to say it at the absolute last possible moment, one moment before you pull your head away from the last goodbye. He's done it time and time again - and more than once I've been the fool to expect the guy to merely keep his word. Now its just proof to me how ridiculous the game is. And this time I'll leave my piece just where it is. I smile and nod, "okay, uh huh..." Back to my house to watch "When Harry Met Sally." I like Billy Crystal. At least he calls. |