Feeling brave

Two weeks ago, for probably the third time ever, a guy I'd just met (through mutual friends) got my phone number. You know what I mean. When its not because you're carpooling together somewhere later or just incidental. Where it's clear that they want your phone number so that I can spend time with just you. I was thrilled.

And then, story of my life, I haven't heard from him since.

So, today, feeling brave and knowing I have nothing to lose, I sent a message to his roommate asking if he knows why this guy has never called me. (Unfortunately, his roommate once inspired this post, but oh well.)

Next week, I'll ask the man who wanted to give up everything to date me why he chickened out, though I'll probably be more diplomatic about it.

A little social experiment of mine, I suppose. In both these cases, I know it wasn't me and I'm fairly positive neither of them died, so there should be a reason and I have a right to know what it is.