Under a bushel

When I reached for the phone last night, I saw his name scroll across the caller ID. I thought "Wow...he actually remembered his daughter this Christmas." I answered. Silly me for thinking he had called for her. He called for me. 'Cause he wanted something. Long story short and a bunch of his pussy footing around, he is getting married again. This February and he wanted my permission to take Rachel to the wedding in Vegas.

He hasn't spoken to or made the effort to see Rachel in six months. He didn't make any effort or call her for eight months, prior to that. When he stopped by for her birthday, six months ago, he spent 2 hours with her and handed her 200 bucks. And he is asking me to let him take her across 2 state lines for a weekend? Is he serious? Does he really think it is ok to let a young girl go off with virtual strangers? He is only her father because a piece of paper says so. And that is all.

I asked him if he wanted to talk to her. He said "Oh...yeah. I guess I'll talk to her."

On a brighter and more futuristic note...

I got "Lunch Date Guy"'s phone number again. I lost it last week when I was clearing my caller ID. I deleted it thinking that it would still be on there. It wasn't. It showed the most recent phone call, but just updated the same listing instead of keeping the older ones there. Dag nab it! I thought. Now I don't have the option, which I haven't used yet, to call him if I wanted to. Shoot! So, after stewing about it for a week, I decided to call him at work and explain that I lost his number. And, if I could have it again. He gave it to me and asked me to dinner sometime this week. :) I had called my mom, cause I will admit to being a little excited, and she was very impressed that I actually looked and called him, myself.

I have this thing that I have developed, where I won't call a guy. He has to make the move, he has to have the interest, and he has to make the effort. I also have developed this thing, where I won't save a guy's phone number. I won't write it down, or program it into my phones memory. I know it is superstitious or something, but when I do take enough interest to keep the number, something happens and the guy goes off with some other woman. It is like I am jinxing myself by keeping their phone number. And as far as making the aggressive efforts first? I just can't. I need to know that the guy in particular is interested. I have dangled myself too many times out there on that rope, only to be left hanging, in the cold, wearing nothing but my humiliation. I prefer turtle necks these days.