Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Mean girl

Who remembers the Jewish boy?

Tomorrow, it'll be three weeks since we went on our date. He called me to go out that Friday; I declined.

And didn't hear from him for over a week.

I heard from him last Monday. Monday of the spontaneous job interview. I was printing my resume and matching my purse to my suit and crying to my mom on the phone and painting my nails and having an anxiety attack.

Somehow I missed his call.

Somehow I've neglected to call him since.

I am officially as bad as he is.

[In my defense, however, there was that whole trip to NYC and the enormous event at work and the bachelorette party and a day on Grandma and Grandpa's boat and a lesson with my skating coach and no frigging sleep whatsoever.]

Now, I don't even know if I should even call him. I swear there wasn't any chemistry. And this Delivering Major Hint Via Silence would be easy.

But mean.

Wouldn't it be mean?

I don't like being mean.

But I also don't like awkward situations. And wouldn't that be awkward? A pity date?

I guess it would only be awkward for me, Girl Who Is Leading Boy On. Boy Being Led On would be none the wiser.

Until I told him (later) that it wasn't working out.

Which, unless I go the Major Hint Via Silence route, will be awkward.

And mean.

I don't like being mean.

Did I already tell you that?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Just call him up and tell him how busy you've been. Maybe telling him about the whole New York thing could lead you to a "So, you see, things are crazy right now and I don't know if I'm in the position to start seeing anyone right now."

That's not mean. (?)

Plantation said...

Why not just be honest? I don't consider that mean; I consider it the truth.

P.S. I used your favorite punctuation mark. Happy?

 
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