An old friend from elementary school asked me out when I was 19 or so. Apparently always had a crush on me. Date was fine, a typical 1993 date dinner and a movie.
At the end, she says, “Call me.” I replied, “I don’t have your number, you call me.” “Okay, I’ll call you.” That’s it. She never called back. No big deal, no heartbreak.
A year or so later, I saw her at a restaurant when I was on a different first date. “Hi, how are you? “How dare you, you never called me,” and on and on. “Ah, you were supposed to call me, I didn’t have your number.” “Oh… Sorry.”
Year and a half later, same girl from the previous date (amazed the previous interaction didn’t scare her off, but whatever). We’re in a mall, “Hey, you never called me.” Same response, see above.
Goes quiet for a few years, and then Facebook is invented. “Friend request.” I ignore it cause I don’t use Facebook, and, well, see above. A year later, I get a direct message, “If you don’t want to talk to me, just say so.”
And so it has gone for decades. Last request on Facebook asked me for my phone number so we could talk in person.
One date, we watched People Under the Stairs, all very wholesome. I’m now in my 50s, and I live in fear of the girl from down the street that I went to elementary school with.
