Why do we women obsess about things? Especially things that come in male packages?

Recently I had a conversation with a male friend over drinks. We were discussing the female mind and an email he got once that showed how it worked and that it was one big maze. He said his wife told him the balls should not all be silver, but be different colors to represent different emotions.

Even though I was laughing, I knew it was true. And so I related a little story about female obsession.

I think we can all relate to this, can’t we? All of us, that is, if we’re female.

Anyway.

I’m dating a restaurant manager who’s super cute and very funny. We have fun together but the only problem is getting together. With his wacky schedule and mine, it’s hard to date each other.

But I digress…

So we met on a Wednesday night. I had lunch at his restaurant the following Tuesday. He asked for my phone number. I got back to the office and discussed with my co-worker/friend that he would probably abide by the Man Rule and wait at least three days to call me. Right? Right.

I wait three days and nothing. I’m starting to wonder if I should call.

Day Four. Still no call. What the hell? Why hasn’t he called?

Day Five. Maybe he lost my phone number. Should I call? Maybe I shouldn’t call. I don’t want to seem over-anxious. I like him. He was cute. At least I think he was cute…from what I remember. I’ve only seen him twice… maybe I shouldn’t call. But I want to call. I’m calling. No. I’m not. I’m going to wait. Maybe there’s a reasonable explanation for him not calling. Maybe he’s busy. He DOES work in restaurant management. He probably hasn’t had time to call.

Day Six. He’s lost my phone number. I just know it. He doesn’t work at that location. What am I going to do? He still hasn’t called. I have to find him if only to ask him why he hasn’t bothered to call. Luckily there are only four of those restaurants in this area. I’m calling every one of them. But first I’m going to start with the place I met him. He’s not there. What now? Knowing what I know about him – the general location of where he lives – I use my powers of geographic deduction and pick one. I hope it’s the right one. I pick up the phone but I chicken out. I email Best Good Friend and beg her to please call. She calls. He’s not there. WTF? What now? WHY HASN’T HE CALLED?

(meanwhile…I have a job and a kid and a house to move into)

Day Six Evening. I’m home. I’m staring at the website. I just know he works at that location but maybe he’s off work today. I pick up the phone. I take a deep breath. I call. The hostess answers and I ask for him. He’s not there but he’ll be back tomorrow.

Success! I know where he works. I’m officially a stalker. And I’ve recruited Best Good Friend to stalk with me. Sweet.

Day Seven. It’s 10:30 am. I’m thinking I should call him but I don’t want to call before the lunch rush. He’s probably busy. I should wait. I’m not calling. Yet. All I can think about all day long is whether or not he’s going to call me today. I decide he has a deadline of 2 pm. And then I’ll call. By 2:30 I’ve had it. I pick up the phone, dial the number with shaking fingers and get the hostess. I ask for him. She puts me on hold. My heart is in my throat. He gets on the line.

“Did you lose my number or what?”

He immediately knows who’s calling and greets me with a “Hey, gorgeous.”

And you know what? He really was cute. And he had no excuse for not calling other than he was busy and didn’t want to seem over-anxious. And I obsessed myself to death over it.

Sheesh. It sucks to be a woman sometimes.

See what we put ourselves through for a man? So, boys, be nice to your lady. CALL her for god’s sake. And don’t wait seven days!