To Call Or Not To Call…
That Is The Question
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?
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Discipline, My Dear
This is NOT the part where I tell you to stop being such a chick.
This is the part where I tell you to get dirty and underhanded. You need to find a way for him to know you’re in town, and have been for days now, but simply haven’t bothered to call. You’re not hurt or angry from his visit. You had a great time when he was there, being his wing-man and sitting alone at the bar while he worked the room and collected phone numbers … it’s just that seeing him didn’t cross your mind and you’re really glad that he found out you were in town and got in touch with you.
On the other hand, that does sound a like a miniature load of crap. So maybe you call him now because you’ve been there a while and had been meaning to say hello, but you’ve just been so busy. This is a business trip after all. Maybe you make a lunch date or plan to meet for a drink. Then, at the last minute, you cancel… too busy.
Here’s what you DO NOT do; you don’t have dinner with him, have sex with him or make plans for him to visit again. There is no moment weak enough to allow any of these occurrences. He’s a frat boy, you’re a class act and the only reason he’s even remotely desirable to you is because he doesn’t want you.
Discipline, my dear, discipline.
