There’s an old joke that goes:
“Why are fewer copies of Playgirl sold than of Playboy?”
“Why?”
“Because all a girl* has to do to see a MAN naked is ASK.”
SO true.
Sometimes, a girl has to finagle NOT to see the poor shmoe naked, as in:
- Shaking hands at the door of a date that HE thought went a LOT better than it did…
- The more merciful: Offering a cheek for the kiss, instead of the handshake…
- The less merciful: “I’m sorry, I’m busy Thursday. Yes, Friday, too. All weekend. Why don’t I let you know?”
- The downright cruel: “I don’t THINK so. Thanks, though.” Slam. And, if the door is thin enough, the aforementioned shmoe might even hear the snickering.
The difference between men and women? (Well, ONE of the many?)
While he may mourn for a few days when she doesn’t call, he will NOT, as women will, agonize over WHY she did not call, because he ALREADY KNOWS.
He’s done it himself, in all likelihood.
Most boys have.
“I’ll call you.”
The three nicest – or the three most suspicious – and, too often, the three most horrendously echoing words ever heard pinballing in a waiting person’s mind, ever to fall from a careless mouth.
(This is not counting “I love you,” which is a whole other essay of “he said/she said” unto itself.)
He says: “I’ll call you.”
She hears: “I’ll call you.”
He means one of three possibilities.
Possibility Number One:
He means:
“Whoa Nelly, You Are The One, in which case. I don’t want to fuck it up by calling you too soon.”
She waits. Thinking mistakenly they are speaking the same language, which you will see they are not.
Possibility Number Two:
He means:
“It was OK. Maybe I WILL give her a call sometime. Unless, maybe, tonight’s night works out pretty cool. I dunno. Hey – is that a roast beef hero?”
She waits.
Possibility Number Three:
“Hey, DUDE, what ELSE was I supposed to say? I WASN’T going to call?”
She waits.
And waits.
What women don’t understand is this:
WHEN MEN DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY,
OR,
WHEN MEN HAVE SOMETHING THEY’RE AFRAID MIGHT MAKE THEM OR SOMEONE FEMALE UNCOMFORTABLE OR (YIKES) UNHAPPY —
OR,
THE TERRIBLE POSSIBILITY EXISTS THAT TEARS MAY SPROUT FROM LUSHLY MASCARA’D EYES…
Something paralyzes their vocal chords more effectively than any cobra strike or sneaky pygmy blow dart.
Men shut down completely.
They practice avoidance. They become as unreachable as an Arctic research base. They return calls and/or texts as frequently as a sports agent.
Girls: take the not-so-subtle hint.
Cut your losses.
Move on.
This is, in Boy-Talk, their (yes, cowardly) way of saying: “I can’t HANDLE the truth.”
Even if it was going GREAT?
For some reason, it’s not going great anymore, and unless you’re prepared to start breaking several of the stalker laws in these United States, snag yourself a possible restraining order and even, perhaps, an arrest?
Fuck it.
He’s not worth it. No one is.
Move on to someone in whom you trigger the feelings outlined in Possibility Number One.
Even if you don’t feel the same? It’s good for your ego, at least temporarily.
Just don’t forget the MOVING ON part. Remember it’s HIS cowardice, and society’s hundreds of years of hammering into male heads that they MUST NEVER DEAL with feelings against you, NOT your own self-worth, that silenced your cell.
THAT last bit of cheering-up is in The Secret, Closely-Guarded Girl Manual, remember: It’s not YOU, it’s HIM. So you KNOW it’s true.
* Men and women are referred to here as “boys” and “girls” deliberately – because when it comes to relationships, we ALL turn into teenagers.
Etiquette: Useful. Nice is only a side benefit.
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