Hanging on the telephone

You should know that hell will freeze over before I call The Pirate again. Actual icicles on Old Nick’s knackers.

It doesn’t matter that we have the kind of plans that aren’t plans this weekend – a frustratingly characteristic Piratey trait – and I could really do with knowing whether they’re happening or not. And I don’t care that I haven’t spoken to him now for… ooh… 13 days. (All communications have been by email or text as I’ve been out of the country.) I am NOT calling him.

But I swear to God if he doesn’t call me tonight, I will never speak to him again. Yes, I do appreciate the utter ridiculousness of that last sentence. (Is it tautological, or am I just doing that annoying thing of using good words really badly?) And I also get that it is totally futile to set little tests for people without letting them know they are being tested. Pointless.

I don’t care. I called him last night, he didn’t answer and he didn’t call me back. The bastard!

OK. I am being unreasonable. And neurotic. Bordering on mental, in fact. There could be a million reasons why he didn’t call back. But obviously I’ve swinging between the following:

  • He was in bed with another woman
  • He was on the online dating site I met him on, looking for a thinner, prettier, funnier woman who doesn’t wear glasses, to be in bed with
  • He hates me

Yes. They are the only logical conclusions. He sent me a text this morning apologising for missing my call. He was in bed. Early night recovering from a drinking session the night before. Ha! Excuses, cover ups and lies…

I’m not very good at this, am I? I wonder if men do this? I wonder if he’s sat at home, staring at *his* phone, willing it to ring? I wonder if he fills the gaps between *our* conversations with paranoid delusional nonsense?

You know what? I’m thinking probably not.

OK. So he just called me. Phew. You got away with it this time, pirate boy…


3 Comments on “Hanging on the telephone”

  1. Jessica says:

    First? I might have to steal “icicles on Old Nick’s knackers.” hysterical.

    Second? It’s hard to trust men…especially those from an online dating site…but I ended up marrying one, if that’s a silver lining anywhere.

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