Friday, December 5, 2008

The 6th Sense Hypothesis

I have created a dating hypothesis. Guys are equipped with a 6th sense that we ladies unfortunately do not have, or simply have not perfected. Here is how I believe it works: you meet a guy, you hit it off, he gets your number (or promises to facebook you - yuck), you part ways excited about the possibility of seeing him again. Then, four days go by without a call. A week passes, and you write him off as a dating mirage. To prove you don't care that hes "just not that into you," you and some friends hit the town. You meet a new guy. You hit it off. And just as you are having a great conversation with the new guy, BAM! (Emril style) - you receive a phone call, text message, facebook message (gross), or accidental run in from the no-call guy. It is the 6th sense that has caused this. No-call guy was holding back, making you sweat it out, until his 6th sense told him you were showing interest in a new guy and his chances with you had diminished. Now you are obviously confused. Do you text back now? Wait a day and play it cool? What is the protocol?? Perhaps this 6th sense allows guys to not overthink everything - not break rule #2. Very important...

I have created this hypothesis through experience. I was duped by the 6th sense again last night. Vig Bar guy (the one I met with Scarlett* and then saw again 2 weeks ago) had become a no-call guy. He promised to call this week. Thursday rolled around and still no call. I figured I could right him off - Deadzone material. So to shake it off (and because in this case there was an open bar involved) I went out with Eve* last night. Her swanky West Village gym was having a holiday party with a DJ and open bar - only in the West Village would this occur. My gym barely has AC in the summer. We met up with one of her friends who was with his roommate and another friend. The other friend happened to be slightly nerdy and wearing glasses - my weakness. We started chatting and just as we were really hitting it off and sharing our mutual desire to open a Pinkberry franchise, I felt my phone vibrate. When the Pinkberry guy went to the bathroom I checked my phone - text from Vig Bar guy, clearly. "Hey, how are you? Are you out tonight? How was your thanksgiving?" Uhhhhhhhhhhh. Seriously?

2 comments:

Gossip Girl said...

cool hypothesis.. i love ur blog.. keep it up.. CHEERS!

EL said...

yo. it's time for a new post. what am i supposed to do at work if i don't have your love life to read about?!