I'm a bit concerned that I might have a little too much 'Y' chromosome in me. I've had this theory now for awhile.
First of all, I'm not much of a shopper. I have what I have affectionately dubbed "Mall Syndrome." Symptoms of Mall Syndrome may include, but are not limited to: anxiety upon driving up to the mall, immediate tiredness upon entering the mall, poor self esteem and depression. This has been going on for awhile now. A lot of it has to do with spending money and some of it has to do with the way clothes fit (or don't fit) me.
Secondly, I really don't like talking on the phone. I will avoid it at all costs! So, if you're wondering why I haven't called you lately, now you know why. I've not been secretive about my venture with eharmony. Recently this boy asked me for my number so he could call me. Now part of me is thinking, "Yes! That's how you do it, call, meet then decide if you like each other--don't get to know each other through email because it probably won't work out anyway!" The other part of me is thinking, "Oh know! I have to carry a conversation with someone I don't know. What will I say? I'd rather he just text or IM and we'll find a time to meet and do a little flirting in the meantime, but nothing really substantial." Now, I know it sounds like a double standard. I've decided there are a couple of reasons why I'd rather text than talk on the phone. 1) I can be doing other things while texting or IM'ing. I can leave for a bit and come back to it. 2) It gives me a bit longer to think about clever or witty things to say. And 3) It's difficult to carry on a conversation with someone when you have absolutely no history with this person. Most of the time it's idle chit chat that bores me to pieces because, truly, I could care less! Now, if you know me well, I hope you understand that you, specifically, don't bore me to pieces--because I know you. I can picture you while you're talking. But I really do dread the phone call.
Update!
In fact, said boy did leave me a message and when I called him back I was crossing my fingers that he wouldn't answer! What is wrong with me? Am I really a girl? Please tell me I'm a girl and that this is all okay!
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You ARE a girl! In fact, you're one of my more favorite girls out there. Let me tell you all the reasons why I enjoy being a girl with you...
1. We can fantastically lay out at the pool for hours. No man can do that.
2. We sing 'Dear Hearts and Gentle People' in our best form ever. Find me a boy who can do that.
3. We go to the beach when it's 35 degrees and lay as close to the sand as possible as to avoid the wind and absorb the warmth of the sand...JUST because we're on vacation. Could a man enjoy that?
4. We can drink wine, play spades, watch a movie and speak in a British accent all while discussing the current events of eharmony and immigration. TELL ME if you know a man who can do that.
Trust me, honey...your X and Y-chromos are in perfect working order and I think they're a perfect delight.
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