The Big Aiyah

So call me lazy.
Call me un-romantic.
You can even call me a puss. But, please remember that I was WASTED.

So, a friend calls up asking what happened to the girl I met last Saturday, that she thought resembled Kristin Kreuk.
Me: I gave her my card.
K: That's weak, white elephant! Did you even ask for her number?
Me: No. I thought it would be easier to give her my card instead. (The realization just hit that she ain't gonna be calling. Doh! Bye, bye Lana Lang)
K: So, other than her thinking your weak, she now thinks you're not that interested, despite the funny and flirtatious conversation you guys had. I was there she was diggin' you.
Me: I know, I'm so adorable when I'm f***ed-up. But, if she was diggin' me as you said, she'll call right?
K: First of all you're an ass when your drunk. And you must not know women, she ain't calling.
Me: If she's interested she'll call.
K: If she was interested, but thinks you're not due to you giving your card, instead of asking for her info; she won't risk the possibility of a non-response or flat-out rejection.
Me: That doesn't make any sense. If you like somebody wouldn't you want to hook up?
K: Women want to be courted, no matter how contemporary they think they are. And no woman will ever put herself into a position of getting rejected/embarrased it takes alot of of us emotionally.
Me: I get rejected all the time, aint no thang.
K: Women aren't used to getting rejected; especially around here. So, Kristin Kreuk will not be calling you in distress.
Me: So, the f***ing moral of the weekend is; a number in the hand is worth more than 2 b.cards in the bush.
K: Nnnnnot necessarily.
Me: Aiyah!

posted by evil rat @ 4:42 PM