The New M.E. Generation











About 3-4 days later I called Christian. It was around 7pm in the evening which I thought was a descent time to do, considering he was probably done with work and already at home.

But he didn’t answer the call and it went to voicemail. It was disappointing, but understandable. If I see an incoming call with a number I don’t recognize or doesn’t list the caller, I don’t answer it.

I could have left a message but decided not to. What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey it’s the girl you gave the number to at the bar’? I don’t know about you, but it would have sounded sort of corny when I don’t recall giving him my name.

So what am I supposed to do now? Should I call him back again in a couple of hours? What if he decides to call back this missed call? It’s a possibility but, honestly, I don’t think that will happen.

I’m sitting at my sofa holding my mobile with my hand, contemplating what to do here.

No, I don’t feel like calling again in the same night. I don’t want to come across as desperate, a stalker or anything else in between.

I decided to call back again the next day at a later time during the evening. If he doesn’t answer, I will not leave a message.

After that, I think I will give it a third try. If no result, I will make a decision to either desist all together or let a few days go by and try again.

So let’s wait and see what happens tomorrow.

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I said good-bye to Dina and ‘the hand at the thigh guy’ and after entering my car, the two left still walking holding hands. I was happy for her, but somewhat concerned to how the night would end for her, meaning if he were a descent guy, etc.

It’s been a while that neither of us had met someone and when it does, it feels like the first time: being clueless, insecure and scared of what the outcome might be.

I got home and did the usual procedure after being out for the night, including emptying the purse I used of all its contents.

I took out the business card and read what was written in the back. It read ‘Christian’ and a mobile number.

‘Christian?’ I thought to myself, ‘it sounds too religious to me. I mean, of all the endless possible names to consider for a baby boy you chose this one?? No, I don’t like it.’

All right, I admit that I’ve asked repeatedly for some divine intervention from the universe as it relates to love, but did you had to send him? What are you trying to tell me?

I know I’m not supposed to judge others on a name, but I’m not really getting a vibe from this one.

So, what am I going to do? Realistically speaking, there are no other candidates to consider.

Ok, ok, I’ve made my decision. I’ll wait for a couple of days to go by and then I’ll give him a call. I’m not sure if this is the best thing to do, but at least I won’t look desperate (I think).

Decision made. Time to go to sleep.

Let’s see what happens.



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