Girls

I met a gorgeous, personable woman at a party on Friday night. We played some beer pong, had a good conversation, and generally enjoyed meeting each other. Then, before I could even ask she says: "you need to get my number." Astonished and excited by her courage, I of course got her number.

The next two days, I kept thinking about her and deciding on what I'd say to her when I would call her. What would I say? What small talk would I make? What type of date would I set up? Would I suggest seeing a movie, getting a cup of coffee, or maybe meeting for lunch? I finally figured it out and the common three day waiting period was up and I was psyched to give her a call.

Then of course, my nerves got the best of me. I got nervous, anxious, and started to question my judgement. Should I really call? Is meeting for lunch really a good idea? Did I wait too long to call? Would she even want to meet up with me? You know, all the typical bullshit neurosis.

Then I finally grew a set of balls and called her. The result you ask? Here's the conversation:

Dave:       Rachel?
Rachel:   Yes?
Dave:       Hi, its Dave. We met on Friday night.
Rachel:   Uhh... where did me meet?
Dave:       We met at Beaver Hill.
Rachel:   Oh right
Dave:       Well, I glad you remember me (slight awkward chuckle). So how are you?
Rachel:   I'm good, how are you?
Dave:       Oh, I'm doing well... so did your friends have a good time up here at Penn State?
Rachel:   Yeah they did.
Dave:       Great. So, the reason I called... I was wondering if you wanted to get together sometime?
Rachel:   Umm, I actually have a boyfriend.
Dave:       You do? Well thats interesting.
Rachel:   Yeah...
Dave:       Um, alright. I guess I'll talk to you later.
Rachel:   Yeah.
Dave:       Bye.
Rachel:   Bye.

Interesting, isn't it? Seriously though, what the hell? First off, why would she give out her number if she had a boyfriend? Secondly, if she lied about having a boyfriend and was using it simply as an excuse to not go out with me, why would she be giving out her number to me? Neither possible explanation makes any sense. The only exception is that she's a lunatic and enjoys torturing men. But then again, even that doesn't make sense. She seemed to feel as awkward on the telephone as I did.

Girls, I'll never understand them.