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Easter weekend - Melbourne 2008
This is the dairy of me, who spent a very long, long weekend locked in the world of love limbo, a.k.a dating torture.
Last Friday night, I met a man who had all the ugly attractive appeal of a rock star - charged Mick Jagger. Let's call him "Mick. After four hours of flirting, fabulous conversation and analyzing each other's star signs, the pseudo rock star asked for a phone number.
Following is an account of the painful and annoying 24 hours that would follow. It's called waiting for the guy to call.
Saturday, 2.00am: Very excited. Spend taxi ride telling friends about the amazing, ugly, attractive Mick. Try to downplay it just in case he doesn't call. He will call now, won't he?
Saturday, 2.05am: Receive a text message from Mick. 'It was great to meet you tonight spunky men'.
Saturday, 2.08am: Can't believe he texted so soon. Carefully draft a reply that will astound him with my wit, humour and correct grammar.
Saturday, 2.10am: 'Are you free tonight?' Mick texts.
Saturday, 2.12am: Casually reply - 'Cool, let me know the plans. Good night'. X.
Saturday, 2.14am: Major regret, why did I add "X" on the end? I am panic!
Saturday, 2.18am: No reply, no worries. We're going out tonight so I'll hear from him then.
Saturday, 11.00am: Wake up and smile to myself. Hey, I am pretty hot stuff, I met a man last night.
Saturday, 11.15am: Call girlfriend to gossip.
Saturday, 11.45am: Why hasn't he called or replied to my text? He must be still sleeping. Of course, it was a big night, yeah, he's definitely sleeping.
Saturday, 1.00pm: Time for a feel good romantic comedy to laugh, cry and immerse myself in all things romence. Love is a beautiful, isn't it?
Saturday, 2.45pm: Movie ends, check phone, still no call or txt. Phone girlfriend who will tell me what I want to hear. Girlfriend agrees, "yeah, he's probably still sleeping."
Saturday, 3.10pm: Time for a swim, to make me look fits, after 80 laps of swims. How could he not want me when I am looking this good?
Saturday, 4.45pm: Regret telling my girlfriend about last night's swapping of digits, having already received three txt's messages from gossip-seeking friends asking has he called yet? Delete. delete. delete....
Saturday, 5.00pm: Begin to analyse and dissect last night's conversation, body language and text's messages. If he didn't like me, than why the hell did he ask for my number?
Saturday, 6.00pm: Watch news bulletin. Maybe he's been hurt, kidnapped or is on drug charges, if so that would explain why he hasn't called.
Saturday, 6.15pm: Admit there is no newsworthy reason he hasn't phoned. Call up my girlfriend who will tell me what I want to hear again. As per always, she reassures me with "he just doesn't want to look too keen." I think/hope she may be right.
Saturday, 6.30pm: Phone ring. It's not him. Politely advice persisten telemarketer I'll answer her survey on frozen vegetable consumer habits tomorrow.
Saturday, 6.45pm: Phone rings. It's not him, again. Politely advise my God father that I'll be there for Christmas dinner this year, even though it's only April.
Saturday, 7.00pm: It's time for some positive thinking. Put on some nice clothes so I am ready when he phones.
Saturday, 7.15pm: Still no word. Phone my girlfriend for a night out. Put gel on my hair and some Joop! this good can't be wasted.
Saturday, 8.00pm: Drink with girlfriend and launch into the "what's the deal with the guy who doesn't call?"
Saturday, 8.30pm: To avoid any embarrassing "drink and dail" moments, delete his number from phone but manage to memorise the last four digits just in case.
Saturday, 9.00pm: Moment of realisation. If he calls now it's booty call and there's no way that's going to happen.
Saturday, 10.00pm: Flirt with a boy from the past who asks for my number.
Saturday, 10.30pm: Confidently reply, I don't give out my number, I'll get yours instead.
Saturday, 11.00pm: Tables have turned. I am holds all dating power. Will I call or won't I call tomorrow? All is in my hand
Last Friday night, I met a man who had all the ugly attractive appeal of a rock star - charged Mick Jagger. Let's call him "Mick. After four hours of flirting, fabulous conversation and analyzing each other's star signs, the pseudo rock star asked for a phone number.
Following is an account of the painful and annoying 24 hours that would follow. It's called waiting for the guy to call.
Saturday, 2.00am: Very excited. Spend taxi ride telling friends about the amazing, ugly, attractive Mick. Try to downplay it just in case he doesn't call. He will call now, won't he?
Saturday, 2.05am: Receive a text message from Mick. 'It was great to meet you tonight spunky men'.
Saturday, 2.08am: Can't believe he texted so soon. Carefully draft a reply that will astound him with my wit, humour and correct grammar.
Saturday, 2.10am: 'Are you free tonight?' Mick texts.
Saturday, 2.12am: Casually reply - 'Cool, let me know the plans. Good night'. X.
Saturday, 2.14am: Major regret, why did I add "X" on the end? I am panic!
Saturday, 2.18am: No reply, no worries. We're going out tonight so I'll hear from him then.
Saturday, 11.00am: Wake up and smile to myself. Hey, I am pretty hot stuff, I met a man last night.
Saturday, 11.15am: Call girlfriend to gossip.
Saturday, 11.45am: Why hasn't he called or replied to my text? He must be still sleeping. Of course, it was a big night, yeah, he's definitely sleeping.
Saturday, 1.00pm: Time for a feel good romantic comedy to laugh, cry and immerse myself in all things romence. Love is a beautiful, isn't it?
Saturday, 2.45pm: Movie ends, check phone, still no call or txt. Phone girlfriend who will tell me what I want to hear. Girlfriend agrees, "yeah, he's probably still sleeping."
Saturday, 3.10pm: Time for a swim, to make me look fits, after 80 laps of swims. How could he not want me when I am looking this good?
Saturday, 4.45pm: Regret telling my girlfriend about last night's swapping of digits, having already received three txt's messages from gossip-seeking friends asking has he called yet? Delete. delete. delete....
Saturday, 5.00pm: Begin to analyse and dissect last night's conversation, body language and text's messages. If he didn't like me, than why the hell did he ask for my number?
Saturday, 6.00pm: Watch news bulletin. Maybe he's been hurt, kidnapped or is on drug charges, if so that would explain why he hasn't called.
Saturday, 6.15pm: Admit there is no newsworthy reason he hasn't phoned. Call up my girlfriend who will tell me what I want to hear again. As per always, she reassures me with "he just doesn't want to look too keen." I think/hope she may be right.
Saturday, 6.30pm: Phone ring. It's not him. Politely advice persisten telemarketer I'll answer her survey on frozen vegetable consumer habits tomorrow.
Saturday, 6.45pm: Phone rings. It's not him, again. Politely advise my God father that I'll be there for Christmas dinner this year, even though it's only April.
Saturday, 7.00pm: It's time for some positive thinking. Put on some nice clothes so I am ready when he phones.
Saturday, 7.15pm: Still no word. Phone my girlfriend for a night out. Put gel on my hair and some Joop! this good can't be wasted.
Saturday, 8.00pm: Drink with girlfriend and launch into the "what's the deal with the guy who doesn't call?"
Saturday, 8.30pm: To avoid any embarrassing "drink and dail" moments, delete his number from phone but manage to memorise the last four digits just in case.
Saturday, 9.00pm: Moment of realisation. If he calls now it's booty call and there's no way that's going to happen.
Saturday, 10.00pm: Flirt with a boy from the past who asks for my number.
Saturday, 10.30pm: Confidently reply, I don't give out my number, I'll get yours instead.
Saturday, 11.00pm: Tables have turned. I am holds all dating power. Will I call or won't I call tomorrow? All is in my hand
Till then, have a lovely EASTER and be good to your Bunny....
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