Wow! Kind of cool that I already hadn’t created a post with the title of DISSED. It has definitely happened before you can count on that! Nevertheless here is a little story about being dissed:
Last week I was sitting on these big steps, right near my job, eating my lunch and talking to a friend on the phone. I was getting a bit annoyed because as usual I basically can’t use my cell phone in Kendall Square. AT&T is definitively the worst cell service provider in the history of cell phone service. I had Sprint for years with no problem and virtually no dropped calls. AT&T NOT SO MUCH…
Anyway I finished my phone call after the third dropped call and this woman comes up to me and asks me if I would watch her stuff while she gets a water. I said “sure” and finished my sandwich. I looked up to see where she was going and thought “what the hell who would steal her stuff when it was still in plain sight?” In other words she had a direct line of sight on all of her belongings.
Maybe it was just super male of me to think ahhh what a nice way to strike up conversation with someone. So I acquiesced and on her return I asked her her name and we talked and talked. Where you from, what do you do all of the bullshit, but good bullshit. I was having fun. It was a gorgeous day out and she was fairly entertaining.
A couple times during our conversation I noticed a certain anxiety about her but I just let it be what it was and that was that. I could sense that she was hiding something but I wasn’t sure what it was. It was clear she was uncomfortable about something. It not being my shit I just rolled on and kept asking questions.
It was time for me to head back to work and I asked her for her number. I said “Do you want to get together sometime? Could I get your number and give you mine?” She said sure and we did the deed. I gave her a hug and went back to work thinking “Wow that was pretty cool.”
I texted her not long after that asking if she wanted to hit up a party with me on Friday-no response. I let a few days go by and then called her on Tuesday night-no response.
Dissed my man.
Why would you give someone your number and then not call back? I guess maybe it was because I was a scary man who intimidated her and she felt like she had no choice but to give me her number. Or wait I know maybe as she got up to walk down the stairs she tripped and fell and broke her neck? Or maybe she really didn’t want to talk to me at all and was just worried about her stuff…
Much like the number of licks it takes to get to the bottom of the tootsie roll pop- the world may never know…
It doesn’t feel that bad. I’m glad I called. I’m not scared and I don’t mind being dissed. I’m all that and then some and that is what makes all of the women so scared. Grrr!