On the first day, a guy came in late. There was something about him...his intelligent comments. His joking with the people at his table. His smile. The fact that, when introducing himself to the class, he didn't mention a wife or kids. The lack of a wedding ring.
Yup, Cow was smitten. Smitten!
Needless to say, on Day 2 Cow's attire, hair and makeup suddenly improved. From slobby-class clothes, to stylish Topiary Trim.
Topiary and Cute Guy chatted a few times, passing in the hall during breaks. Oooh. Smitten-ville! Ha!
Day 3, Topiary and classmates were walking to a downtown eatery for lunch. Topiary hoping Cute Guy would join them, but alas, he hung back and stayed with a guy from his table.
So, Topiary pretty much writing him off...No sense liking a guy if he can't make a mooove.
Day 4, afternoon break. Topiary consoling herself with a candy bar from the machine, turns around, and there he is. They chat. He's divorced. Topiary volunteered her own, divorced status, living alone. They chatted some more. He asked for her phone number!
This was an interesting development! Of course she wrote it down for him, and he gave Topiary his business card, writing his cell phone number on the back.
At the end of class, they walked together to the parking lot. Even more information was disclosed, such as that he broke up with his girlfriend a month ago, is staying with friends and looking for a place to live. Hmmm, mentioned Topiary..."I'm kind of looking for a roomate."
Cute guy asked about the location of the Topiary Neighborhood, seemed interested, disclosed that he had custody of a son every other weekend. "I'll call you!" he said cheerily.
Now, Cow wondering if it was too forward, too fast, to even discuss a roomate thing. Did it seem too eager?
Since he hasn't called.
Guy time. See, if Topiary were going to call somebody, she'd do it right away. It's now been a day since he got her phone number.... Cow writes guys off if they wait too long to call. Like, if their life is too busy for them to call there's no point.
The cool thing, the ego-saving thing, is, when guys give you THEIR phone number, it becomes YOU who isn't calling THEM. Whew. Now Cow feels better (putting away the cookies and ice cream).
Here raccoons! Goodies bought to salve a bruised ego, yet living on to become your evening banquet!