One of my biggest pet peeves with the male population is when a guy doesn't call back. Yes, I know that I should take a hint from He's Just Not That Into You and know that no call = no interest, but it still makes me mad.
If a guy says he's gonna call, then he should call. And if he's not interested, then he should just suck it up, be a man, and tell me. I'm an adult - I can handle it. I who would rather have a definitive answer than be left wondering.
And wonder I do.
I can't help it. As much as I know in my head that guys would call if they are interested, my heart takes control of the situation and I am left laying by the phone, willing it to ring. Or running to it every time it does in hopes that said boy has finally mustered up the courage to give me a buzz, only to be left disappointed when it's my mother…again…calling to ask me what I thought of American Idol.
And then the tables turned.
I met a boy at the bar and in my booze-y haze I thought he was charming, cute and hilarious. We talked the whole night, went home together and had some fun in his living room. Why we couldn't wait to take it to the bedroom I'll never know, but I learned a valuable lesson that night about sex on a leather couch: don't have it.
But I digress. The point is, after spending some time with him in the morning I realized that he was none of the things I was attracted to the night before. I just wasn't that into him.
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