Pick up the Phone

We have all been through it... sitting by the phone waiting for him to call. Who is he? He is the guy who never calls when he said he would, the guy who never texted, even though he promised. And why is it, that we only think a few seconds about the man who calls and writes every day but we can spend hours working our brains off for this one man that never ever bothers calling. 

The worst thing is, I am not even waiting for him to call, I am waiting for him to pick up the phone.

Yes, it's even more pathetic. I am becoming best friends with the dial tone.

Of course, like every other hopeless romantic girl in this world that has ever been in love, I try to get him out of my head. Tell myself that he is not worth it and that there are plenty of other fish in the sea. Better fish, caviar-worth, that would put me as top priority. 

But no, I like the one-day old sushi, that lies on the top of the shelves with a half price discount tagged on it. And girls, don't lie, when it comes to that, we all want to take that nice and special offer. And then when we mix the wasabi with the soy sauce and have the first bite, we are disappointed. The fish doesn't taste that fresh anymore, the rice is all sticky and we regret that we are not biting into a nice caviar blini right now.

But we never learn, and the next time we have a sushi craving, we still grab for that one pack that has the big, red half price sticker glued on it... and regret it!

I am comparing men to fish, that's what happens with lonely girls that sit around in their cozy condo in Paris, waiting for the men they love to call..... or in my case, to pick up the phone.