Attrayant, that was freakin’ hilarious! Very nice.
This is, of course, none of my business, Eve, but is it not possible that Casino Guy’s PR routine was just a pick-up line? That may very well explain why he isn’t even calling for business purposes. Or, it could also be that he may have thought your offer was along similar lines.
Nope, when we weren’t necking behind the . . . I mean, chatting socially, we were talking about the magazine biz; things and people he couldn’t have known unless he really were in mag PR.
Oh, well, it’s his loss, both from a business and social standpoint . . .
Eve,
Most guys do not like to "chat", at least not as much as women, but there is a huge difference between the 5 minutes catchup, "hello" call and the hour-long "chat". So long as it doesn't look like you're trying to track them down (multiple calls after leaving a message that night, etc.), it's ok - particularly if you know them.Eve, maggie, allow us to apologize on behalf of our gender. Now if youse’ll kindly provide us with the necessary info, we can arrange that these numbskulls should meet up with, er, accidents.
>> I have been waiting three weeks for two guys to get back to me
Ehem, could it be that they found out about that secret past of yours?
Eve…has personality defects? No way. I refuse to believe that one. Nope.
I cannot tell you how many times I’ve had to swat my husband with a rolled-up newspaper because he didn’t call, and this is after we got married. Now, I don’t generally call my husband to chat–we live together. I know I’ll see him eventually. But there’s been approximately one GOZILLION times that he’ll go out to do something, and end up somewhere else, and he won’t bother to call & let me know that his location is changing.
Please don’t misunderstand–I do not have him under my thumb. But we’ve got two small children, and knowing where the father of those children happens to be at a particular time is kind of important to me. I don’t insist on a phone call every time he leaves the house, but for goodness sakes, if you tell me you’re going to A’s house but you end up going to B’s house, just give me a call, okay?
I think you already know this, Eve, but I’m married to a musician. I’ve also dated a few other musicians, prior to marrying one. In my experience, with the one I married, the ones I dated, and the ones I’ve met, they do seem to be kinda bad about calling–unless it’s business. My husband can chat for days on the phone with other musicians. But call his wife to let her know where he’s going to be? Nooooooooooo. Sheesh. 
>> Eve…has personality defects? No way. I refuse to believe that one. Nope.
No? just look what she said with no shame whatsoever in another thread:
>> I like John Cleese; but “Fawlty Towers” just doesn’t do it for me. Hey, I don’t like Charlie Chaplin, either!
Hah! how can you go around saying thinks like that and expect people to like you?!
Well since none of the other men wish to stand up for the dignity of the gender I will.
Phones are evil. Their only purpose is communication. And as all men learn, communicating with a woman only leads to trouble.
I am 26 years old and I don’t think I have called someone “just to talk” since middle school, and that was because I had just seen an episode of The Wonder Years and thought that was what I was supposed to do. Five minutes later I had a sore ear and and had come to the uncomfortable realization that I had just said everything on the phone that I needed to say to that person. What would I say to them when I saw them in person the next day?! I had just shot my conversational wad. This is my justification for not calling my mom or old friends. I am bound to see them in person within the next few years and I want to make sure I have something to say then. So far I think it has been a good system.
As for your situation, Eve, have you considered that possible-schtup guy is just waiting for his wife to leave the house before calling you? And that music-guy is . . . well, a musician?
I’m sure at least one woman in my past has complained about me in the same vein as Eve is doing above.
But honestly, I have a defense! Let me find the asbestos suit- and I’m not making excuses for every guy here.
About two years back, I was … uhm, chatting socially … with a very nice woman on the back porch during a Halloween party. I got her number, and she got my number, and despite the recommendations of people to wait X days or whatever to call, I called her back the next day. Answering machine.
“Hi, Nancy, this is Joe. We met at the party last night? Call me when you get in; I’d like to see you again. My number is XXX-XXXX.”
Fast forward a week or so- we get together again for coffee, things seem to be going pretty well between us. I let her know that I’m going to be out of town for the weekend, and that I’ll call her when I get back in.
I get back into town on Monday afternoon, and check my voice mail. Yup, she called. I shuffle around for her phone number … and I can’t find it. ‘No worries’, I think, ‘This is why I saved it on the computer.’ Little did I know that my hard drive decided to take the weekend off as well, with a catastrophic loss of data.
“But LNO,” you say, “There’s this magic invention called a ‘phone book’. Didn’t you try that?”
Yup, but do you know how many freakin’ O’Briens there are in Boston?
Not to be deterred (and hoping to come across as an incurable romantic and not a stalker), I promptly called every N O’Brien in the book. And then I realized that the phone was probably in the name of her roommate, and I had no idea what her name was.
Thus, though guys pretty much are scum, I honestly wanted and tried to call, but ended up bothering a few hundred innocent people instead.
Been there, done that. Isn’t it amazing how the last words you ever seem to hear from the guy you’re very interested in are always “I’ll call you?”
Those were the famous last words of my previous boyfriend.
Then after not hearing from him for a couple months (OK, I was slow on the uptake) I did a personal ad search for the heck of it, and guess what? There he was. So I left a curt reply and moved on.
PS: Got married in June to a man who is FAR FAR FAR superior to that loser!
You sure you weren’t…chatting socially…with me on a back porch in Chicago this Saturday night?
Blessedwolf, if I’ve ASKED for the number, then I call. Period. Even if it’s just to say “Hey, I really enjoyed talking to you the other night, but the timing is bad for me right now, and I just didn’t want you to think I’m blowing you off.”
There are circustances where a guy aggressively pursues my number and I refuse to give it out. Sometimes just to get him to shut up and go away I will say “why don’t you give me your number instead?” Their response to that is often “Are you gonna call me?” and I answer honestly “probably not, but I’m DEFINITELY not going to give you my number, so it’s up to you.”
Sometimes not even that makes them go away.
Mr. Saturday Night Porch Suck-Face guy is probably not going to call me, and I can deal with that - who knows if we’d get along when both of us are sober? But the phenomenon bugs me. Greatly.
I should point out that in addition to avoiding the phone because it is in all probability the infection vector of all plagues since 1864 I never ask for anybody’s phone number and never tell someone I will call when I won’t.
I have never asked for a woman’s phone number (in a non-work situation). Ever.
…and then…
Ok, now I’m -clearly- not going to admit if I had been in Chicago on Saturday night, if my technique garners that kind of review.
I do prefer women who appear interested in me.
You said “call me”. Did he say, “I’ll call you”? If so, then I can understand your complaint. Otherwise, you have my sympathy, but, as you say, the ball’s in his court. He gets to make the play he wants.
Well, they don’t call me, but that’s because I don’t know any. 
I love to chat. Just not on the phone.
I consider phones to be, at best, a neccessary, usefull evil. They are obnoxious (cell phones doubly so), annoying, and are used far too often, for far too long. To me, talking to someone on the phone is like having an itch I can’t scratch.
I call my friends to set up meeting times so we can chat in person. I’ve had a total of two friends in my entire life that I would chat with on the phone for any length of time.
“Ehem, could it be that they found out about that secret past of yours?”
Sailor—You’d AGREED to keep yer trap shut. The check’s in the mail . . .
I’m not following up with either of these guys. I E-mailed Musician Guy and told him I’d like to buy his CDs; if he doesn’t get back to me, then listening to his CDs would only remind me of what a jerk he is, so I don’t want 'em anymore.
Casino Guy asked for my number, said he’d call me and added leeringly, “I really want to get together with you next time I’m in New York.” I said, “Me, too—really looking forward to hearing from you!” Even if he IS married (which, knowing men, he probably is), what would prevent him from E’ing me (he has my business card) on BUSINESS matters?
Joiks. Both of 'em.
Yeah, sailor. Kept quiet about the glass eye and the wooden leg.
…hey! CD player? Since when did you get a CD player?
Eve, I can’t think of a single reason these guys wouldn’t call you.[sub]they’re gay[/sub] If I weren’t already involved [sub]i’m not gay[/sub] I would be on the phone this minute [sub]it’s free if I call from work[/sub] to ask you out! Perhaps you should write those [sub]gay[/sub] fellows off.
You DO realize, don’t you, that a 78 RPM record contains MUCH MORE of the original data than a CD? The whole analog vs digital thing.