We have all encountered these kinds of situations before. You went on a date; the boy told you how beautiful you look, laughs at your jokes, secretly checks out your legs, talks about taking you to here and there places, and asks when you will be free again while his lips come close to yours. That night, you went home with a big smile on your face, remembering all the little signs of his affection, details of your conversation, and you never hear from him again.
Thanks to those flaky guys, I get to deal with these questions most of the time when I tell a girl that I am writing about dating, relationships, and sex. I was stunned too when someone first asked the, “Why didn’t he call me back?” question. Why didn’t he? Maybe he didn’t like the way you talked? Maybe your lipstick was too bright? Too dark? Too shiny? Maybe he got hit by a car while saving handicap children from a falling spaceship? All those thoughts cross my mind when I looked into their beautiful but angry eyes and the only answer I could come up with was, “Maybe the black hole took them? … I don’t know … ” I felt I have disappointed my fellow girls.
Of course things like that have happened to me a few times, but it never bothered me enough to stay in my mind for more than two days. Until him … I couldn’t tell you how intrigued I was by him. We met online and hit it off like dry wood to a hungry flame; Sam was handsome, funny, smart, sharp, witty, and most importantly, a lawyer. I have always wanted to go out with a lawyer; I wanted to know if this supposed cold-blooded posh talker could win a debate when we would get into one. We decided to meet before he left for a two-week business trip; he said he has two hours for cocktails before rushing himself to the airport. I’ve never played hooky at work, but for him I made the exception.
Triple checking my little skirt, black boots, and eye shadow; I walk into the dim bar at four in the afternoon feeling a bit guilty yet excited. He quickly stands up when he sees me, shakes my hand, pulls the chair out, and lets me sit across from him. So far so good! If anyone’s personality can fit his or her career more perfectly it would definitely be him. He bombards me with endless questions while ordering more rounds of drinks at four in the afternoon, I talk, we laugh, he flirts, we flirt, and before I know it I am sitting so close to him I can see the mist of desire spread out in his eyes like a heated lake. He drags it out to absolutely the last minute until he has to leave; he picks up the check and walks me to the door.
