YOU AREN'T PRAYING HARD ENOUGH because he hasn't called yet. Maybe you need to sacrifice a lamb or place a carton of chicken mcnuggets on an alter somewhere.
Yes it's day two of phone watch and no he hasn't called. Do they ever? I mean, usually I even wait for the day afterwards even though they NEVER call that day. Well, ok once a guy did and I ended up in a two year relationship with him, but it was a bad relationship. So I'm not exactly sure what the lesson of that particular set of circumstances is (if you want me as a long term girlfriend call, but if I want a decent relationship I shouldn't answer?) Of course, I'm online right now which means that if he is trying to call my phone is just ringing and ringing and ringing (yes I live in the dark ages, but I do have a cellphone which people call me on when I'm online, of course, he doesn't have that number). His number is right next to my left hand taunting me. Why do men do that? I can't tell you how many times men have given me their numbers only to blow me off when I actually called. What is that? So that you can say "Well I could have that ass, but I chose not to." Is it a power trip? I mean, for a long time I refused to take a guy's number. I was like "listen, here is mine. You want to call, call. You don't, I don't have to live with the emotional torture of deciding to call you." Of course my friends are like "Well, just pretend you don't have his number." What am I five years old now? Why I don't just pretend that he is puff the magic dragon? or pretend that the reason he isn't calling is because he doesn't have opposable thumbs? On the other hand, I could just throw the number out and then I would eliminate the whole temptation.
But of course I can't DO that because what if he is one of the few insecure guys in the world who wants a woman to make the first move.
No, sorry that can't be it.
Um, well, I just can't ok. I can't even come up with a good rationalization, but really, a hot guy gives you his number, would you thorw it away? Besides he has such nice handwriting.
In other news apparently to distract herself from the fact that my phone never rings, my cat has learned to open the damn refridgerator door. Isn't that impressive? I only wish my students had the same drive and ambition. I mean, my cat has more of a quest for learning than my students, who are paying about thirty two thousand dollars a year.
And speaking of evilness in the learning environment, I had a department meeting on monday. OK so here's the situation: eight people, ten questions, one hour and ten minutes. Now these eight people have to pick four of the ten questions to be on a mid term in one hour and ten minutes. Could we do it? No fucking way. Not even close. I mean we finally voted after forty minutes, and one professor-her picks didn't make it. So she keeps putting up a fuss, can't she have her question just for her class? Well no. We agree to have a common mid term, and that's what a common mid term means, common, as in we all share it, twit. But no she keeps bitching and moaning and complaining. I'm sitting there like "You know at least half the time questions I hate get approved and I live with it. We aren't talking about the bombing of Cambodia here. It shouldn't keep you up nights. If you think the question isn't fair, take that into consideration when grading or tell your kids not to answer that question." I mean, people, we aren't taking about solving world peace, we just need four questions for the exam. And the head of the department would not shut this woman down. We voted, her questions lost, move on. It happens to all of us, it happens often. We all teach and we all teach the same class. She needs to just accept. Except that she complained so much that the department head decided to let her have her way. Which totally destroys the common mid term idea. Why not then just let all of us write our own mid terms (please and spare us the serious emotional anguish of another meeting like that)? But then having her own way there, she just wouldn't stop. Then one question that won by a landslide (everyone, including her, voted for it) she suddenly has issues with it. Oh it's too vague. Oh I don't like the way it is phrased. Well, jesus, then you SHOULDN"T HAVE VOTED FOR IT, GENIUS. So I have to leave and teach, but now I've approved a question that I won't even get see in its final form. This morning I get the "new" and "improved" form of the question. It is a totally different question, which is so amazingly vague that my students would have a better shot if I simply gave the question "why?" In fact, I was tempted to suggest it as an alternative. However, taking my own advice, when asked about this new question I told the head of the department "Listen, I don't like the new question. I liked the old question, which is why I voted for it, but I will accept any question at this point. My students will be able to answer it." She said "Well, lots of people aren't happy with this new question." She didn't say why we weren't going back to the original form of the question, which everyone liked. It is enough to make me eat paint, if I didn't already.
Of course none of this would matter if the hot guy would call me. I mean if I actually had a life these meetings wouldn't bother me.
OK yes they would but I wouldn't be so bothered that I would actually have to write about them or waste my time filling up a blog with them. No I could fill my blog with happy sunshine thoughts (OK A-who would read that? and B-I can't even begin to imagine ever having those kinds of thoughts). Ok just tried googling the guy's name. Figured he's an actor he probably has a site up somewhere, but no. Hmmmmm. Interesting.
Suddenly I'm all nervous. Like I used to get a long time ago when something with a guy might actually go somewhere, like a date where I wouldn't have to run and dodge phone calls afterwards.
My male friends accuse me of being too picky. Really. I went out with Paul for two weeks. I wasn't even sure if I liked him that much, but I went out anyway until he opened the door in his robe. I mean, is that picky? Demanding that my dates actually be dressed? (At least early on in the dating process.)
Well, I suppose I have to actually go and do work. I can't just sit here not listening to the phone not ring all evening.
Paint, anyone?