Calling

Why is it so immensely important for a guy to call the girl the day after the date?

This always works. Stare straight at the phone and yell, "RING!"

I know he knows I'm sitting here. He has to know. We had such a great time last night. Oh gawd, I couldn't stop thinking of him today. I should have called in sick this morning. Dropping the plate of pasta on, not one, but two customers' laps. How could I have thought that was him walking past the window. I'll never regain my senses until he calls.

"RING!" This is silly! He must have been thinking of me, too. That kiss. That good night kiss wasn't just a kiss. We made a contract with our lips, signed with our tongues. He knows he has to call first. I'm not *that* type of girl to call first. He knows me. How could he not know?

"RING!" He just wants to torture me. That's it! He wants me miserable. Well, I am miserable. Miserably in love. Oh, I can't tell him that after just one date. I'll wait for the second date to name our children: Joshua, Abby, and Marie.

What am I going to say to him when he calls? Should I tell him I wanted him to come up last night? We both said it was late. Then that kiss! How long did we kiss? Did Mrs. Foley really tell us to get a room? She was just jealous.

He must think I'm a slut. That is why he isn't calling. I threw myself on him. If I had slept with him he'd have known I am a slut! Maybe I should have thrown myself on him. Maybe THEN he would be calling now.

"RING!" Slut or not, I want to hear his voice. Just to know he wants me.

"RING DAMNIT!" This isn't working. I'll have to try something radical. I'll take a shower. He'll know I'm naked. That is what he is waiting for me to do. He wants me naked. Fine. I'll get naked.

There. I'm naked, now, "RING!"

Okay, I'll get wet, too. He wants me defenseless. I wonder if this cordless phone is water proof? I better be careful, for I don't want him to call when my phone is on the fritz. But I need to hear the phone ring. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to take a bath. A nice bubble bath should do the trick.

Ahhhhh! Something isn't right. Why hasn't he called? He KNOWS I'm waiting for his call. He KNOWS I'm naked. He KNOWS I'm soaking wet. He HAS to know. We connected, didn't we?

I can't believe I told Amy I couldn't go out with her tonight. What am I going to tell her when he doesn't call? Oh, I should have gone out with her. That would have taught him a lesson. Yep, he calls, and I'm not home to answer. teehee. I would have shown him. He would be the one sitting waiting.

I might as well go to bed. He won't ever call. Forget him! Forget those baby blues of his. There are plenty of guys with thick hair, too. I can find arms like his at the gym - ANYTIME!

I wonder if he sleeps in the nude. Would he like my teddy? Or should I wear my camisole without the shorts? I'll just slip under the stain sheets nude. Last chance to call buster. Now, "RING!"

ZZZzzz...

Brrring! Brrring!

Hello?

Oh, hi.

Me? I just got in myself.

I understand. My boss is a jerk, too.

Yes, I did have nice time last night.

Next Friday? I'll have to check my schedule here. Umm, well, not next Friday. Sorry. But this Friday just opened up.

That sounds nice. How about giving me call Thursday to confirm in case something comes up?

Good. Oh, if I'm not home, just leave a message, okay?