The morning after my BU dating bust, I decided to make a call to a guy. Well, it wasn’t so much deciding as it was pulling my hair out, vacillating about whether to pick up the phone or not, and general agony. I don’t know why it’s so difficult for us chicas to take that bold step, or why that step is so bold to begin with. We’re not conducting brain surgery here! It’s as simple as finding his name, pressing send and opening our mouths to speak. Besides, men do call us the majority of the time. If they can do it, surely us fabulous mujeres can take the same initiative, right?
So I did it. I proved my fabulosity and called a guy I'll refer to as Mr. G. I’ve been pining after him since since last summer. I figured I'd call just to say “Hello," so I pressed send and waited for the ring.
“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” I whispered into the phone. By the third ring I was yelling, “Why won’t he pick up?!” Seconds later, the voicemail picked up and I was faced with yet another agonizing decision. Should I leave a message? Aaaah! The beep sounded. I had no time to think so I blurted a quick, "Hi," and then proceeded to ramble a little about God knows what. I ended with a, “Call me!”
Now, I have to wait. And that, ladies, is the most difficult part of this calling game. But I promise you this. No matter how many days pass or how many hairs go gray, I will not initiate contact with Mr. G again. As much as I believe women should take charge in love and sex, I also believe in courtship.
Have you ever taken the initiative and made the first call?