Monday, June 06, 2011

Hobosexual redux

As I mentioned previously, I exchanged phone numbers with a woman at a restaurant. I called her and left voice mail, which she has not returned.

I am once again simultaneously annoyed and relieved.

But not surprised.

This, after all, is the guy who got her number. If I were a woman, I wouldn't go out with him, either.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Your kung-fu was weak here.

Next time, wait for HER to call YOU.

Then YOU can ignore HER message.

See how that works?

mcarp said...

Well, it's a good meditation on don't-know mind.

maanda said...

your blog is amazing >..>

Anonymous said...

I was wondering what your stylist called your dishabille from 3 yrs ago look. Now I know. Surely, someone looking for a project will call or buy you lunch. You'd be mobbed at an alanon meeting!
Soartstar

mcarp said...

That wasn't my stylist. It might have been Mary Marshall, but I don't remember for sure.

mcarp said...

The last time I had a stylist was about 2001.

mcarp said...

I've been to an Al-Anon meeting. I was not mobbed. Or even noticed.

Anonymous said...

Sometimes things happen that keep people from calling. Some people get caught up in their ordinary lives and forget about extraordinary things that happen (such as meeting someone funny, thoughtful, and kind). Some people don't know how to define extraordinary, or wouldn't be able to define it in your terms. You might be better off without the phone call this time around. You could have just missed out on the worst possibility of your life. ;)