Once upon a time, there was a guy. Let’s call him Dan. He worked for a major courier company, delivering parcels on the same route just about every day.
There was one particular business on his route where a particularly attractive receptionist worked. Let’s call her Maryanne. She had been on the job for a few weeks, and our hero had gradually turned up the banter each time he had seen her there.
It was only occasionally that this particular business received parcels, so he knew he had to make the most of every opportunity when he saw her.
Finally, one glorious day, Dan gathered up his nerve and asked Maryanne for her phone number.
She immediately and noticeably brightened up, and eagerly scribbled her number on the back of a business card. She handed it to Dan with a smile, and said…”Yes! Call me!”
After the customary three days had passed, courier-dude texted her one bright morning. “Hey there, Maryanne. It’s Dan. What’s up?”
Dan waited. But there was no answer. When evening had come, and he couldn’t take it anymore, he fired off another text. “Hey Maryanne. I’m sure you’re busy, but get back to me when you get a chance.”
But there was still no answer. Only crickets chirping and pins dropping.
As fortune would have it, Dan had a package the next day that required delivery where Maryanne worked.
Nervously, he walked in the door. As soon as he made eye contact with Maryanne, she looked away immediately. Obviously sensing the awkwardness of the situation, neither said a word to each other as Dan dropped off the package.
About an hour after leaving, Dan couldn’t get Maryanne off his mind. This time, he texted her the following message: “OK, Maryanne, what’s wrong? Did I upset you somehow?”
You guessed it…no answer.
Having pretty much lost all hope of dating Maryanne, Dan’s emotional state turned to anger and resentment toward her. “How come there aren’t any pretty women out there who don’t play games? And how come they are all so flighty and immature?”
Two days later, Dan had another package to be delivered where Maryanne worked. When he walked in, Maryanne once again avoided eye contact with renewed awkwardness.
But Dan’s frustration got the best of him. “OK, look”, Dan said, “I texted you a whole bunch of times, and I can’t believe you’ve completely ignored me! Where do you get off flirting with guys and looking all happy when they ask you for your phone number, when all you’re going to do is mess with their heads!?”
The answer Dan received was as terse as they come.
Maryanne had given Dan her home phone number…which was a land line, of course.
Be Good,
Scot
hahaha… I def wasn’t expecting that ending.
I can actually see this happening. Fortunately, there are now text to land line services… in some areas…
Funny stuff.
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Actually this happened to me the other day. I had this chick from some dating site giving me her number and asking me to sms/call her “anytime”. I copied the number into my cell and texted her couple times on the same day. But, got no response. But fortunately I tried calling her and found out that the number I was texting was not valid. Then I went back with intention to flame her on the mail. But it turns out that while copying the digits to my cell I had mis-typed a digit.
🙂 lol . Lesson : Text her immediately and then call her ASAP.
@Brad: Text to land-line? That’s hilarious.
@Preetham: Yes, this sort of thing is VERY common, as it turns out. I can see how your story could have happened easily.