{"id":74,"date":"2005-09-29T13:54:32","date_gmt":"2005-09-29T20:54:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/?p=74"},"modified":"2005-09-29T14:42:08","modified_gmt":"2005-09-29T21:42:08","slug":"age-old-mysteries","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/?p=74","title":{"rendered":"Age Old Mysteries"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img src='\/wp-content\/old_phone.jpg' alt='' \/><\/p>\n<p>Blame it on the <a href=\"http:\/\/badgerbob.blogspot.com\/\">Badger<\/a>. He was soliciting questions for his week-long stint as an advice columnist and the only inquiry I could think of was one that has plagued girls like me for &#8230; well, since the telephone was invented, I guess: why do guys ask for your number if they aren&#8217;t going to call?<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been a single girl long enough to know that guys don&#8217;t call you after a one-night stand. I know that sometimes, saying &#8220;Can I have your number?&#8221; is a good way to end a conversation. I am aware of the fact that by the time some guys work up the balls to ask for your number, they are so drunk they don&#8217;t remember you in the morning anyway. I totally get all of that. <\/p>\n<p>Let me illustrate for you the kind of &#8220;I&#8217;ll call you&#8221; cop out I am confused about by using my most recent run-in with this frustrating phenomenon: I&#8217;m at a bar with a group of friends. Cute Boy walks in, looks sweet and non-threatening. After small discussion with friends (mostly guys) about whether or not I&#8217;m hot enough with my hair curly to go hit on Cute Boy, I am convinced that I should bite the bullet and go. I approach Cute Boy and his Friend, make idle chatter. Eventually, Friend excuses himself. Cute Boy and I continue to talk. Exchange funny stories about jobs. He&#8217;s shy and kind of quiet, but seems interested. Occasionally, Drunk Man who is sitting on the other side of me interrupts to tell me how hot I am and that I shouldn&#8217;t be wasting my time on Cute Boy. Cute Boy asks what he says, and then asks me to ignore Drunk Man from that point forward. We continute chatting. I check in with my friends, who want to leave. Walk back to Cute Boy, tell him I have to go. He says, &#8220;Do you want to give me your number?&#8221; I say, &#8220;Um, yes. It&#8217;s&#8230;. Call me and we can get some coffee.&#8221; Exit.<\/p>\n<p>Here we are a week later, still no call. Is he shy? Was he not interested? Did he get obliterated right after I left and black out the rest of the night? Did he think about it the next day and decide that I&#8217;m really NOT that hot with my hair curly?<\/p>\n<p>Because, seriously, I was fine just shaking his hand and saying goodbye. He was totally cute and really nice and smart and funny and all of that, but so are a lot of other guys who didn&#8217;t get my hopes up by suggesting my phone might be a-ringin&#8217; sometime soon.<\/p>\n<p>So I guess it&#8217;s both a question and a request. Guys, why bother? If you aren&#8217;t interested or don&#8217;t think you are going to call a girl, DO NOT ask for her phone number. I promise she won&#8217;t be hurt or disappointed. If she is, she&#8217;s crazy, which is further evidence that you don&#8217;t want her digits anyway and shouldn&#8217;t pretend you do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Blame it on the Badger. He was soliciting questions for his week-long stint as an advice columnist and the only inquiry I could think of was one that has plagued girls like me for &#8230; well, since the telephone was invented, I guess: why do guys ask for your number if they aren&#8217;t going to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=74"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=74"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=74"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=74"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}