Mixed messages

Today, my good friend Susan took me out for a late birthday celebration. We first stopped at an Ethiopian restaurant for an early dinner and then to see an adult close up magic show at the wine bar, "In Fine Spirits". As we were leaving dinner, I happened to check my phone to see I had a voice mail. Upon further inspection I saw that the missed call had indeed been from none other than "A". Here I think, "Wow! Twice in two days! He must have called to finally ask me out!" When I actually got to listening to the message it was such a mess of mumbling and incoherent sounds that I had to listen to it several (four to be exact) times before being able to piece together what he was actually saying. The message was as follows:

"Hey Nicole it's David (ah! So I WAS right about his name!) How are you? Ummmm... ummmm... (stuttering) I just wanted to call and say hi and talk to you a little bit. I don't know if you watch uh soccer at all or if you even like soccer or if you are following, you know, the World Cup... I think we talked about it a little but I guess it wasn't really clear if you were following it... ugggh. Just a little sad and disappointed that Mexico lost... hopefully, you know, we will make it (Here he lets out a huge guttural sigh that sounds like he is dying inside). Okay, um, well, I don't want to bother you- you must be busy so when I get around to it, I will talk to you later. Have a good day."

First sweating and now the World Cup? What will tomorrow's topic be? His favorite breakfast cereal?

Honestly, I understand that he is nervous... but why keep putting himself into this situation? Why not ask me out? Or not leave awkwardly long voice mails about nothing? I am certain that if there were a World Cup of talking too much and doing too little, "A" would win almost every game.



Going to the other end of the spectrum, I decided that I would go and see Devil's Snare recently. I can't disclose too much information in case he somehow stumbles upon this, but I will say that DS was as irresistible and frustrating to me as always. He also gives me a bout of word vomit that makes me talk about him against my best will to everyone from my best friend Kaylie to the random guy who may be able to give me some perspective on the one question that always riddles my mind when it comes to him: "Why?"