It’s always the same story. Boy meets girl. and likes what he sees. Girl seems slightly disinterested so now the boy is really determined to win her over. Well, at least to go out for a drink or three. He keeps trying all sorts of things to get her attention. One fine day, numbers are exchanged. After a month of heavy persuasion - yes we’re talking about using charm, even trying his hand with chivalry and all of it, it finally works. The coffee date is what you’d expect it to be. Luckily the date is smooth sailing although there are the obvious clichés. There;s the cheeky smile and a little rub rub here and there. She keeps playing with her hair every now and then, and no matter how much she’d like to deny it, yes, she does burst out into a dumb blonde-like giggle. he leaves to use the men’s room and she sighs. It’s a happy sigh, apart from the first date jitters. i’m having such a great time, why did i hesitate earlier and why did it i take so long? she thinks to herself. As he returns to the table he suggests they extend the evening to dinner. She agrees and the rest they say is history.
Did she get her happy ever after? Let’s just say that no matter what you do or how much you try, you will never be able to understand what a man is really thinking about. but that is because they are quite the complicated creatures we proclaim ourselves to be. But then again, we re closed books.
So anyway, the date goes well and they vow to keep in touch because, they’ve both had a great time. then comes the text messaging marathon. It’s an exact replica of the date only the rub rub her and there is replaced by LOLs and JKs and the occasional random x x. Like wha????
And no, they’re no 17 year old couple. after that comes the calls which inveritably go on until the wee hours of the night. there was a night when they could hear the birds chirping. so thins goes on for another couple of weeks. In those weeks, they have indulged in the luxuries of fine dining, driven in fast cars and late night lattes. So one fine day after round the closk txt messadin - it;s probably reached a thousand or maybe more messages, she doesn’t hear from him. at all. Considering they’ve perhaps exchanged messages before they even got out of bed, this is definitely a cause for concern. Okay that’s an understatement. It’s a cause for panic! It’s nine in the morning and perhaps she’s on her way to work. Grabs a Cuppa Joe and settles down. Luckily, there’s quite alot of work to do today. So she doesn’t really have time to check her phone every 5 minutes to see if she’s received a text message from him. the clock strikes noon and she decides to take a quick break. she immediately grabs her phone. No, there;’s no message. so she decides to send him a casual message saying hello and the regular jazz.There;s no response for the the next one hour. She realises soon enough that the networks have been very busy today. So even after the network resumes, there’s no reply.
She gets back to work but somehow finds it diufficult to concentrate. at 5 in the eve, she gets a text message. it say hello back and that’s about it. She immediately responds telling him about her day and asks him what he’s doing after work. He says he has plans with his buddies. It’s a Friday night.
Friday night is poker night. She then makes plans with her girls. After the month long stint, she doesn’t get a text message from him as expected around midnight.
So she gulps down a Kamikaze shot. it’s 2 am and she’s headed home. and there’s no call or message from him. In her stste, her judgement is clouded and decides to give him a call. there’s no answer. and so she tries again. still no answer.
The next morning, she doesn;t hear from him. and strangely enough, she doesn’t hear from the whole day. She’s left confused with no response or answer of any sort. it’s a saturday night, so she calls her friend who lives across town over for a male bashing session/consultation.
The two of them sit all night discussing the situation while also trying to make sense of it. Unfortunately nothing adds up and backtracking doesn’t help either. 2 bottles of wine later she decides to call him again. No answer. So she resolves to switch her phone off for the night. All of Sunday, she spends time on her own and the day goes by. Come Monday morning she decides to be non-chalant and aloof about everything. And that’s exactly what she does. Two days later, she gets a text message from him. the message sounds as though nothing happened at all. But that’s the thing, nothing happened. He just mysteriously disappeared. She wonders what to do. There’s too much work to do today and she couldn’t be bothered about it right now. Later that night, she replies to the text message but her tone is very monosyllabic. She has a million thoughts running through her head. Then he replies saying we need to talk. So he calls her up and they have a conversation. The conversation ends in tears. She doesn’t hear from him again and she doesn’t have an inclination to get in touch with him either.
A few weeks later she meets a really cute guy and it’s the same story all over again. Boy meets girl. This time, she likes what she sees.......
Seriously, what is the world coming to? So what was that all about? The reason why he so conveniently played Houdini? He thought things were moving too fast! Wasn’t he the one who was persistent on getting to know her, when she clearly wasn’t interested at all?
Women always fall for this. Every single time. The fake charm and chivalry works even on the most level-headed women. Seriously!
