“Take the train and come to Long Island,” he texts.
It’s 8:30 PM on a Saturday night. I am in my pajamas with an egg roll in one hand the clicker in the other, having a full fledged Chinese food and Netflix binge.
The person who sent the above text – I have never met. We have had several phone conversations in the past couple weeks and that’s it.
I have made it clear in the past that I would love to meet, and that the next time he is in the city – he should call me and we can meet for a drink.
That text doesn’t even warrant a response at that time. And so I continued chomping on the greasy egg roll and then on to the chow fun.
The next morning I send him a text simply stating, “let’s have a drink the next time you are in my neck of the woods.”
Between the Netflix episodes when you have 17, 16, 15 seconds till the next episode begins, I couldn’t help think about the mind set of a guy who sends a girl he has never met the above text.
At best it is a an innocent impulsive text.
But since I did not fall off the turnip truck yesterday, I know that it is unlikely that this was an innocent text.
First of all it is highly presumptive to expect to meet someone on a Saturday night with zero notice. And, if I had fallen on my head reaching for the chopsticks and knocked all the sense out of my head and I did decide to meet him – it would mean that I would be dressed earliest by 9 PM. Then I would drag my ass to Penn Station, look for the right train to Long Island and arrive to meet a total stranger at 11 PM!
Yah. That’s gonna happen when hell freezes over and all the devils go ice skating!
I wondered how many other girls he had sent the same text to and how many, if any couldn’t resist the most irresistible offer.
The final nail in the coffin of this clueless guy came last Sunday, a couple weeks after the Saturday invite.
“What are you doing? I miss you. But am so busy 😦 ”
“I am upstate with my friends.”
“Are we ever gonna meet? You are always so busy.”
“Lol,” is his lame reply.
“Your best offer thus far has been asking me to take a train in the middle of the night. Very gentlemanly.”
“Okay, keep next Sunday for us.”
“Laters,” I text back. What I am really saying is, ‘I won’t hold my breath.’
I am writing this on Saturday afternoon. Tomorrow is our date which he will be going on alone or with another girl who is not me.
I have created a very simple set of rules for myself:
If you are not grown up enough to ask a girl out in a proper manner, it’s not gonna happen.
If you are too busy to get in touch especially to do the above, then I am not the girl for you.
Until I date again!