The Gentleman Caller

Janelle always manages to forge new "relationships" and talk to new guys before ever really well, meeting them. Facebook poking to her is what the wink is to match.com users (if I am correctly informed). Typically, they are friends of friends who she thinks are cute. No matter.

This time, an acquaintance messaged her and asked to hang out. They went back and forth with Facebook messages, then he asked for her number.

A couple days later, a number just one digit off from her own phone number blew up her phone. Thinking it was a prank, she ignored it.

But it was not a prank. It was him! He actually called! And has continued to do so, asking how her day's been and such. Adorable. Yet so rare these days! The last guy to call me was the accountant, and before that.... I have no idea! We've all become so lazy and rely solely on text. If a guy won't call me, I'm not going to just up and call him!

Have our expectations become so low that a guy who calls is that incredible? I mean, I suppose it's a nice gesture. After all, a call implies he's really thinking of you. When he's texting, he could be contacting four other girls at the same time (and saying the same bullshit). But the calling. It really makes you feel special. The guy is really putting in some effort. Hopefully Janelle has some great luck when she actually goes out with the gentleman caller this weekend. We'll see!

Satisfactory Singledom?

This weekend, we had an absolute blast for Janelle's birthday. Open bar and a dancefloor: I was in heaven. I frolicked around with the girls and, despite my throbbing toes, boogied the night away. Now, there were plenty of new and eligible bachelors. However, I had no desire to talk to or dance with any of them. I just wanted to do me. So, I kind of wandered away if a guy approached me and just hung out with the girls. I must admit, Sunday I got a little sad. Perhaps I should have given that short, annoying guido a chance. But he had taken full advantage of open bar, and I was still sober enough to feel my feet hurt at 3:00 am.

In any case, I think my slight sadness on Sunday was due to too little sleep and even less to eat. But afterward, when chatting with my friend Chaz (who's in love with Seraphina), he asked me "which of his friends I wanted to sit on". I thought about it, and no one came to mind. Among his friends or otherwise. Oddly enough, Cornell popped into my head over the weekend, but it was fleeting. I've been on a couple dates with a guy I met, but I'm not sure I'm feeling him. I think I'm becoming okay with the way things are. I have about ten pounds to drop (again). Maybe once I feel less like a linebacker (and more like a PYT), I'll be more willing to hookup or even seek a relationship. But for now, I'll crush on the new guy at work and focus on dragging my (ever expanding) ass to the gym a LOT more often.