Calling It For The Sake of Office Politics
As far as hoping that Sexy Venezuelan calls me back, I think it’s time to call it dead. Damnit. He was so pretty.
Whatever his reasons for not calling back–he’s too scared to dial the fucking phone, he got a girlfriend, he thinks I’m a lesbian, he doesn’t like boring ol’ white girls (but look at my hips!! THESE ARE NOT THE HIPS OF ANY ORDINARY WHITE GIRL)–it doesn’t matter.
At first I thought that I’d wait a week and try a follow-up call, but given some recent events I think it’s best to move on to a nice piece of man-meat that will bite back. It is getting really damn old being the one who does the pursuing, as I demonstrated to great lengths with Handsome Nerd. I’m losing patience with guys in general. As much as I understand the many reasons a good guy may not call someone back he is attracted to, I’m getting really tired of this crap. MAN UP FOR FUCKSSAKE.
