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A Story in Two Parts (Part II)

October 16, 2008 9:27 PM

hen we last left our intrepid adventurer (i.e., me), I was pretty excited about the prospect of having a third date with an extremely attractive girl I met through our mutual friend, The Reeg. We had ended our last date with an agreement to go out again on the following Friday. Let's see how things played out . . . .

So, I was fairly excited and not at all discouraged by our last get together. Still, she was at an out-of-town wedding that weekend and at work during the week, so I didn't call her or whatever. I figured I had made it pretty clear I liked her, so I didn't have to reassure her or whatever, so any calls would just make me seem ridiculous. So we didn't talk at all until the Wednesday before we were supposed to go out again. I called her at about six just to see what was up and see if she had anything specific she wanted to do.

She answered the phone in a very business-like tone, giving her first and last name, like I do at work. I said "Since when do we answer the phone like I'm a client?" And she said, in a sort of relieved- and excited-sounding voice, "Sorry, I just got a new phone and I don't have all the numbers in it yet, so I didn't know it was you." So, ok, I just said that I was just calling to say hello and see what was up for Friday. She continued to sound excited, but she told me that she was at her friend's house (I had met the female friend she named), that they were about to have dinner, and that her friend was annoyed that Emily had spent so much time on the phone for work that night, so she said she'd call me back in a bit. I said that was cool.

That was at about 6pm. I did not hear from her the rest of the night. Nothing.

On Thursday afternoon, I called sometime after work. I got her voicemail. I left a message, making sure to leave my number. Nothing.

On Friday morning, I texted her, thinking that maybe she had been busy or was just generally flaky or something. Nothing.

Frustrated and pretty angry, I called Friday afternoon, just because I'm a dick like that. Voicemail. I left a message. Nothing.

And that's the end of the story. That was about a month ago. I have never heard another word from Emily. Neither, by the way, has The Reeg, our mutual friend.

So this is how my life goes. Thoughts?

8 Comments

butterflyfish said:

Let's see: are we sure she wasn't hit by a bus?

Or are we sure she's not a heinous bitch?

October 16, 2008 10:36 PM

Lauren said:

I've been watching a lot of documentaries on serial killers lately (ok,just one). Authorities think that most missing people are actually victims of serial killers. How creepy is that?? I'm not saying that's what happened, but if she's not talking to your mutual friend either, well, maybe she's a bitch, but maybe not.

Creepy, dude.

October 17, 2008 12:16 AM

Mystery Poster (censored) said:

Apologies accepted. You should egg her car or have a bunch of pizzas sent to her house. I knew this was going nowhere. Chin up. Fight the good fight.

October 17, 2008 2:08 AM

The Reeg said:

She's not missing or disappeared or rotting in some creepy asshole's basement, and even if she were it'd be all over the news--cute young women in small university towns don't disappear without us hearing about it, everywhere, for at least a month straight. So yeah, that's not what happened.

She sent me a drunk text a couple of weeks ago anyway, I was just asleep at the time and haven't yet bothered to call her back.

The verdict: yes, she's inconsiderate and rude; no, her picture is not going to be showing up on Dateline or 20/20 anytime soon.

October 17, 2008 12:31 PM

Ismael Tapia II said:

Fuck! That's what I get for trying to clear out spam while drunk.

I'm sorry if I deleted your comment--I really am. Please post again if you have the inclination. And please post again in the future.

October 19, 2008 12:36 AM

Rangler said:

And I was just woneidrng about that too!

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