To Call Or Not To Call…
That Is The Question
June 17th, 2009
So, you know Mr. Out-of-State Booty Call? The one who just came to visit and made me his wing-man? The one who used me as his hotel, his driver, his drinking buddy and then proceeded to hit on everything that moved? I’m currently sitting in an office roughly 5 miles from him. We’ve established that he was young, immature, and an asshole. So why am I so tempted to let him know I’m in town?
It’s not that I really want to talk to him or see him, it’s more that I want him to know I am in town and didn’t bother to let him know. I know, total female game-playing, but the guy did bruise my ego a little. Okay, a lot. And he left thinking I was the greatest girl on the planet because I’m “so cool to hang out with.” So wouldn’t it just be a little poetic justice if he somehow found out I was in town and wasn’t interested in getting in touch with him? Or even better, wouldn’t it be great if I just randomly ran into him? Then I could bat my eyelashes and say, “Oh, I completely forgot to call you!”
I know men say they hate women who are game-players. I pride myself on not playing the game at all costs, but just once, and only once, I feel like playing it. For once I just feel like being that girl, the one who plays coy, and leaves the guy scratching his head and saying, “Wait, maybe I do like her.”
This is the part where you tell me to stop being such a chick, isn’t it?
