I realize this means I’m old, but if you call me, and don’t leave a message, in my world that means that you didn’t call me. Seriously, for like 15 days I won’t know you called, until I’m scrolling through the call log looking for another number because I’m too lazy to go into contacts. It is only then, by the random chance of where your once-upon-a-time call landed, that I will know that you called. At that point, I might wonder why you called. Then I will dismiss it along the lines of “if it was important, he/she/it would have left a message”, and I will keep scrolling. I will not call you back. Even if you are David Tennant (my new best friend), I will not call you back. Because as my new best friend, you should know that you must leave a message even though you kid me that the truly “with it” peeps don’t leave messages. Clooney, you have been warned.
[Plus, if I found out that I missed George’s call 10 days earlier, it would probably take another month just to figure out what to wear when I called him back. No, seriously—these things are important. What if he wanted to pop over to make sure that my ignoring him for weeks was just happenstance and not because I’m annoyed that he seemingly skipped over me in the dating rotation in favor of new girlfriend #1452? A girl has to be prepared.]
P.S. If you want to hear the David Tennant story, part I is up here with part 2 to follow soon (so I’m told):
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