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If We Don’t Answer…Just Give Up


Alright guys, listen up. You know how if someone texts you and you don’t respond, it generally means you don’t want to talk to them? Well, here’s a little secret: we do the same thing.

Girls (just like guys) sometimes talk to people out of boredom. For example, if I am waiting for my friends to find me and you approach me, chances are I will talk to you. Now, if you somehow convince my slightly intoxicated self to give you my number, kudos! You’ve just taken advantage of a drunk girl waiting for her friends. Now, here’s the important part: if we do not answer your messages, it means we DO NOT want to talk to you. So, if I do not answer your first 3 texts messages saying “hey baby girl, where did you go?” do you think you should call me? No, you should not.

Scenario: Halloween. Atlantic City.

Started the night with Everclear (you can imagine the state I was in after that and bottle service for four hours). Dolce and I met a few friends and hit up a club, VIP status of course. We drank and danced and had a good time, and naturally we all separated to do our own thing. Around 4 am I realize that no one is in our VIP section and everyone’s stuff is gone.  After circling the bar and not finding anyone, I decided to leave and check the casino. After quickly looking around I realized my friends were not there and was approached by a guy that I had been talking to while I was inside before (he will later be added to my contacts as “really tall man from AC”).

He asks what I was doing and I slur “have you seen my best friend?!”  He suggested trying to go back inside to look for them, but the bouncer tells us that we aren’t allowed back in because it’s closing time. Now remember, I have simply enlisted this kind gentleman to help me find my friend. When we are denied entry into the bar, he quickly grabs my hand, leads me to a slot machine, and sits me down on his lap. He somehow convinces me to give him my number, and starts telling me about the party back in his room and how I should go, to which I slur back “maybeeeee.” He keeps telling me about the awesomeness that will ensue and compliments about how beautiful I am, yada yada yada. Meanwhile, I am texting all of my friends demanding to know where they are and to come save me. FINALLY I see one of my friends come out of the club. I quickly turn to my new friend and say “kthanksbyeeeee” and prance away to meet my savior.

Now, you would think with me not telling my new friend that I was coming, and practically running away from him he wouldn’t text me. No, that was not the case. My phone kept blowing up with texts along the lines of “Yo baby girl where’d you go?” and “Yo you coming over? You can bring yo girls, I got friends.” Dude, take a hint. I’m not interested. I’m too busy having a ridiculous adventure getting back to my hotel. He, however, does not stop. SIX MISSED PHONE CALLS. Six! Really?! I’m not answering because I don’t want to. 

So my darling readers: if you text someone, and they do not answer, do not continue texting them. Yes, they could be busy, but if they want to talk to you, they will respond eventually.

Oh, and my dear friend still graces me with text messages of “hey beautiful” every few weeks. Props for trying, but seriously dude, go find someone else.