QUIZ: Are You Accidentally Destroying Your Love Life?
Ten minutes later he called to tell me he was waiting downstairs.
I looked at him, stunned, “Sorry, I forgot how pretty you are.” The only thought resounding in my head was WTF?!?
I was dying to ask why he didn’t call me but I restrained myself.
Maybe he just wasn’t that into me at first but my boldness, and subsequent cool-ness about the whole thing changed his mind?
(According to the guy friends I’ve spoken to, these theories are the most likely.) He was definitely into me the night we met, then after he wasn’t into me, but then my calling him sent him back to being into me, the point is, it’s never cut and dry.
Once you’ve hit day four all hope dissipates and you must sadly accept the fact that you will never be hearing from him.I kept it cool and acted like him not calling didn’t bother me in the least.Without prompting, he said: “I’m so sorry I didn’t call.We exchanged numbers, kissed, said our goodbyes, and I left feeling quite pleased with myself, knowing that I had played my cards right. I wasn’t expecting a call on Monday or Tuesday because of the ‘rules’ and all that, but by Wednesday night I started to feel a little panicked. By 7 pm I had two choices: resign myself to the fact that he isn’t into me, or do something I had never, ever done before- call him. As the phone rang I practiced the message I would leave on his voicemail in my head but was interrupted when, to my astonishment, a very perplexed-sounding J answered the phone.Deducing that I had nothing to lose, I decided to go with the latter because he was cute and funny and he gave me butterflies in my stomach which no one had done since my ex and I had been incapable of feeling anything for anyone after my ex and now I finally had feelings again and feelings don’t come around every day so I wasn’t gonna let this go so easily. From there, a horrifically awkward conversation ensued.