The Follow Up

The weekend came and went, and I never heard back from the girl me. I decided that I had nothing to lose by giving it another shot, so I called her on Tuesday afternoon to follow up. I mustered up some courage dialed and then…she sent my call to voicemail! That’s right – 2 rings, and it was voicemail land for me. Now, she is currently between jobs so it’s not like she was at work. At this point it’s obvious to me that she saw my call, so I still decided to leave a message. I have not heard back.

This got me thinking. Did I do something wrong? Well, there was this one thing...You see she was sarcastic, joked about a lot of things, and didn’t seem to be easily offended. There was witty banter flowing and I may or may not have made a joke about a disorder that one of her relatives had. I obviously didn’t know her relative had it at the time, and she seemed cool with my attempt at humor and even made her own joke about it. In typical Phil form however, I decided to push the envelope and make another follow up joke about an hour later -- that might have been too much. This was a situation where the comedy rule of three may not apply.

OK, lesson learned, don’t make cleft palate jokes on a first date – you never know who may be personally affected by it. Nevertheless, I still don’t think this alone was enough to not give me a second date. I don’t think I read the other signs wrong, so could this really be where I lost my shot?

SO HOW WAS LAST NIGHT? I would have eventually done something inappropriate anyway, I guess its better not to prolong the inevitable.