“Hey, give me your phone number,” it was more of a demand than a question. My internal alerts are screaming as I watch him with my quiet control barely in check.
“Take a hike,” I silently willed the pretty little blonde to say. No luck.
“Don’t you already have a girlfriend?” she inquired instead.
“Sure, but I wont always have a girlfriend,” he takes a pen out of his apron and puts it next to his order pad on the table. “Go ahead, start writing,” he directs her again as I fight the urge to wipe that stupid smile off his face.
“Come on…,” I am screaming in my head. I feel The Marines hand on my arm. The energy must be radiating off of me like a nuclear explosion as she takes direction and starts to write her phone number.
Now, aside from the fact that we went down to Bourbon Street last night for a little adult celebration, I consider myself completely logical when I ask: “Do some women just have a screw me over, giant red X on them or what?”
Granted, I do some stupid stuff sometimes, like texting, emailing, or calling My Favorite Scorpio (especially if I have had a few mojitos) with crazy messages at strange times, but that is just part of the jeopardy of being my friend.
But, generally speaking, I watched as this pretty little blonde girl gave her phone number to a guy who was clearly telling her he had a girlfriend and he had no regard for either women. I would love to say that I was astonished. I really want to blame it on her age, but good self-esteem does not have an age limit. And, honestly, I have seen women make the same choices repeatedly.
My only question is thus: Are women so in need a man to validate their existence that they will accept the first sorry so of a bitch that shows a minute of interest enough to collect a phone number?
I am all about risking myself on someone. All in with full investment enough to get my heart crushed. That is the way I operate. But, I never—EVER—go in with a known disadvantage. Maybe it is just the Marine Corps in me…but really…help me understand. I just don’t. ~~Dee