He said/She said

It's a Friday night, and I'm spending it home alone with a frozen pizza and a redbox movie. It sounds cliche, but whatever. At the heart of every cliche is a kernel of truth; I just decided. Anyway, I'm probably going to put on a face mask, paint my nails, and cry to a Jewel album. So sue me.






I don't care what you say; I LOVE this movie!

She: But maybe he called me and I didn’t get the message. Or maybe he lost my number, or was out of town, or was hit by a cab, or his grandma died.
He: Or maybe he just didn’t call because he has no interest in seeing you again.
She: Yeah, but my friend Terri once went out with this guy who never called and she totally wrote him off—and then like a year later she ran into him—
He: Your friend Terri’s an idiot. And she’s the exception.
She: But what if I’m the exception?
He: You’re not. You’re the rule. And the rule is—if a guy doesn’t call you, he doesn’t want to call you.
She: Really? Always?
He: Yeah. Always. I know what blowing off a woman looks like. I do it early and I do it often. Trust me—if a guy is treating you like he doesn’t give a shit—he doesn’t. No exceptions.
She: Why are you telling me all of this?
He: I don’t know. You looked like you could really use the help.
She: Thank you. You’ve given me a lot to think about.