A Fab First Impression

Was texting Michael yesterday. We have been texting sometimes back and forth and mostly our conversations have consisted of random questions like favorite ice cream flavor and which would you choose - Italian food or Mexican food, kind of things. So our converation went like this:

Me: "So, how many random questions does a girl have to ask before she gets to meet you in person?"

Michael: "Well, that depends on if you still want to meet after reading the answers."

Me: "I like the answers."

Michael: "Good. Maybe we could talk on the phone before meeting?"

Me: "Sure, after my kids are in bed, would that be a good time?"

Michael: "Yes."


So, kids go to bed. I drink a quick glass of wine to calm down - this crap is so nerve wracking! I text him, asking if it's a good time to talk, figuring I will then call from my land line to not use up cell minutes. And.......nothing. No response. At all.

So this is what I say to a friend

"Apparently we not talk tonight. I text and ask if it a good time and get no response!! These freakin men are too much! Loosey goosey right? No expectations....except that i expect my wine glass will be refilled - like.right.now"