Inexplicable

There are many many inexplicable things in life.  Why, for instance, certain people feel like it's ok to play guitar hero in the middle of the night when their roomates are sleeping, or whether or not it's called something besides jaywalking if you run across the street while not in the crosswalk, or who, if anyone, buys those wierd comemorative coins that they advertise on late night tv.  However, in this instance, I speak of why that guy that found you so charming for those first one, two, three, even up to say, five or six dates, will just not call you back.

So just recently this particular inexplicablility, if you will, happened to yours truly.  Now ladies, and I suppose this can go for guys as well, I am one of those girls who knows all too well that girls can be crazy.  So I try not to be.  In the early days of dating, rare is the time I will call more than once in a row without a response.  Or even text for that matter.  Because everyone knows that reciprocity is key at this point.  So when all of that goes well for a while, and you sit on your hands, and you stare at your phone, and you wait for them to call you and when they do, repeatedly, get back to you, you start to think,  Hah!  Not an asshole!! Sweet!  I am totally going out with this guy again.  Then it happens, they say something, or they do something, or they think something, or perhaps you do something, in my case this is generally without knowing it, or sometimes not even being able to figure it out after the fact and for whatever reason... poof.  They're into the ether. 

My question then is what the f**k happened?!  You were pursuing me goddamnit!  You were wanting to take me places, wanting to fix things at my house, asking if I'd meet you at the bar with 10 of your closest friends, and telling me it was hot that I was independent and then poof.  Did you suddenly remember that in fact, you do not like tall brunettes? Did you wake up one morning and decide to devote your life to the priesthood?  Were we moving too fast and you suddenly realized you'd left your cojones behind somewhere along the way? Did it freak you out that I was simply honest with you, and told you I liked you, and that I truly like dive bars, enjoy watching football, can tolerate documentaries, and wouldn't mind cooking for you occasionally? Did the fact that I curse and have friends who are boys make you feel threatened? Or were you simply not as interested as you appeared? Did you suddenly just get lazy and think - nah, too much work to try and keep dating this girl?  Is there some other weird thing that has very little to do with either of us going on here?   Are you actually, this very moment, stuck in a snowbank somewhere?  Well, I will most likely never know the answer to those, or the other inexplicable questions.  But I'll live.  It's happened before, and not to sound defeatist, but it may in all likelihood happen again.

But for you, Mr. Noncall,  here is what I fear for you.  I fear that someday, perhaps a long time from now, perhaps only a month or so, you'll look either at the empty sofa next to you, or your less attractive, less awesome than me girlfriend, or your bed/car/boat/life that could have been better, or at least more fun with me in it, and think....shit.  Shoulda maybe called her back.