WHAT'S IN A NUMBER?
Technology is all around us. There's technology to keep us in shape. There's technology to entertain us. There's even technology to keep us flowing in information so we stay in the know.
Then there's the cell phone. Our world has become so fast paced that rarely are we home. Now we have this new technology that allow us to connect to anyone anywhere.
So why isn't my phone ringing?
NO SHOW
My friend Glenn came back from St. Louis. He was in the highest of spirits. In fact, he was in the mood to go out. Since we have been doing the club thing every weekend for the last couple of months, I agreed.
What I wasn't expecting was Glenn's new attitude. From the tighter normal clothes (he's a goth), to the new cologne (Fierce), to his whole demeanor (fuck it!), Glenn came back from St. Louis ready to have a little fun. He also had a self-esteem that was...fierce.
He and I danced our asses off. Something about his attitude rubbed off on me, too. I haven't danced that fast or been in the moment on the dance floor that much in awhile. It was intoxicating.
Enter: Tall Blond Guy. Glenn and I have seen him around a month ago. He liked to dance on the outskirts of the dance floor. Tonight however, he leaned against the wall watching everything.
Glenn saw this. He had a crush on him. Old Glenn would talk about talking to the guy. This Glenn? He found a simple, but clever way to get to know him...chat up his friends. What followed was two hours of conversation between the two. Everything clicked. I was proud as Glenn exchanged numbers with him.
A week later, they had had more conversations. That also included public flirting. It was followed by the coup de grace: a proposed visit into Tall Blond Guy's house. All Glenn had to do was wait for directions to his house that he would get when Mr. Blond called.
A call that never came. No rhyme. No reason. No call to say that something came up. Nothing.
Glenn was crushed. I was surprised. They clicked so well. What went wrong? Why didn't the guy at least call? Was it that hard to say he wasn't interested?
In a world where it would take seconds to call someone, why not pick up the phone?
NO SHOW-THE SEQUEL
As my friend was dealing with his no show phone call, I had a decision of my own. I decided to ring in the new year by dealing with my unresolved issues with my various exes...to move on.
Mr. Smiles was an ex who seem to have a bit of a prob when we were together. He wanted someone to care about him, but not to care. So he strings people along. His point of contention seem to be depressed, blaming me for it, and then blaming me for it when I was out happy...even though our breakup was mutual...set off by him.
So I called him one day, cursed him out, and moved on. Three weeks later, he called me out of the blue (even though I told him never to call again as well as to go to hell). He talked about how he changed. He said he was different. I said if he just wanted sex...just say so. I knew that's why he was really there.
He said it wasn't like that. We had sex. He asked me out Tuesday. Then he said he would call. I said yeah, right.
It turned out I was right. I wish for once I wasn't. Glenn thought that I was being a bitch for treating the encounter like a one-night stand and that I should give Mr. Smiles a chance. So I opened up and Mr. Smiles is a no show without an explanatory phone call.
And he wonders why I was a bitch about the chances of hooking up with Mr. Smiles. I really don't know if I was angry about accepting his 'I'm different' bull crap or that he didn't even call me to say he wasn't coming. Maybe I was angry because I asked him to his face...was it just sex...I can do a 'just-sex' thing. Do not (emphasis on NOT) try to lead me on if sex is all you want. You only ask for drama by that.
My number I know is in Mr. Smiles's phone...even after I deleted his a long time ago. So again...why is it so hard to pick up a phone?
TUNING IN FROM SIBERIA
Kos lived in Russia. It turned out that he had been reading my column for a while. When the Oasis website crashed and I stopped writing, he actually tracked me down through the net.
I was flattered. To think that my columns (which I wonder sometimes if anyone reads) were helping someone. What began was a friendship that was quite forefilling.
Kos had a good head on his shoulders. He had a nice sense of humor. He had a cute accent. And maybe it was because he was in another country, but he was open.
And yes, I gave him my number. It was something I angsted over for a while. However, I did and it was a funny conversation that highlighted a lot to me.
Here was a guy that would make a good boyfriend...but that was on another continent. However, he could make time to call. The other spectrum...there were guys in this town who can't even pick up a cell phone to say they do not want to be someone's boyfriend?
To paraphrase: that's just bullshit.
KISSING OFF
You have to love technology though. It continues to advance to the point where movies can look epic or people can get information instantly. And still in a world of technological wonder, no one can pick up a phone...even when it's on them.
Cute, huh?
Diego (has had his cell for over a year. Hooray for me!)
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