Welcome To Heaven, I’ll Be Your Tour Guide
He called me the next day.
That, like, never happens. I’ve heard about it, but I thought it was one of those urban myths like female ejaculation (oh haha silly me! ok I just wanted to brag. I know that one’s not true. Twice).
I’ve never cared that much about the guy calling the next day. The way I normally do it, I get his number so I can be the one calling the shots. And that starts by never calling the next day. (See that, guys? We know how to play the game too.)
