I hate this feeling. Sitting. Waiting for that little red light to start flashing only to be disappointed when you discover that it’s flashing for the wrong reason.
Yep, that light. So I’ve been talking to this gentleman for a few months now (Of course I’m waiting for a man) and I haven’t really heard from him the past few days, which is unusual considering we talk every day throughout the day. So of course I tried to play it calm at first. He’s busy. It’s only been a day. Distract yourself. So around 4:58p today I decided to send him a text, “Hope all is well with u.” Nice enough. What the text really meant though was ‘Umm, hello?!? I know you aren’t ignoring me!” And the last bit of the text showed some of my frustration. The ‘u’ part that is. It’s very subtle but anyone that knows me knows that I do not text in short hand. I hate the way it looks and I interpret it as meaning that you don’t want to waste any letters on me. Crazy? Yes I know. But we all have our little quirks. So I added my little ‘u’ to somewhat show my frustration. He probably thought nothing of it (if he even saw the text) but it made me feel better. So the minutes ticked by. An episode of Cake Boss, two episodes of Seinfeld and 30 minutes of American Idol later and STILL no response. So I began to plan my next move.
Now I’ve learned from previous experience not to jump to conclusions. For example, in a previous relationship I had a guy who didn’t text me for 3 days! By day 3 you can guess that I was pretty much cursing him out via text and telling him that he didn’t care about me and that I was done. That’s when I got the text back where he apologized to me and told me that his best friend had been found murdered and that he was trying to help the police with the investigation. Yea. Let’s just say I felt like the biggest bitch in the world. I don’t even remember what I said in response. Probably something along the lines of sorry but in that situation sorry just wasn’t going to cut it. So I learned my lesson and now I tend to take the worst case scenario approach. Well, more like the middle road, because I tried the worst case scenario approach one night and damn near called the police to see if there had been any accidents that night. So I decided to tread lightly with this one. Which leads me to a suggestion for phone companies. An undo button. Gmail has one and it has saved me many a time. So I send one more text, “Are you made at me? What’s going on?” After sending it I realized the tone of the text sounds panicky and quite frankly a little desperate. But at that point there was nothing I could do about it. So now I wait. feeling like Ginnifer Goodwin’s character from He’s Just Not That Into You when she waited for that guy to call her.
Blashpemy!! My phone just rang….it was a wrong number. *sigh*