I give him an A+ for persistence.
And an F- for intuition.
The Propositioning Businessman is at it again. Luckily this time from his own little corner of the world rather than from mine.
If there's one word that's been used and abused by all the presidential candidates in recent weeks it's definitely hope. But I've gotta say it. The Propositioning Businessman definitely has hope.
Hope that after ignoring him for the past two weeks that by catching me off guard in a chat session Sunday, that perhaps one day, I will actually give him my phone number.
Hope that despite giving him the classic line, "I've just been really busy" that I actually have been really busy, and not just avoiding his staring, scary profile picture gaze.
Hope that one day we really and truly will meet face to face in the romantic quarters of a Best Western.
What a charming notion. Charming. But never in a million years going to happen.
What I find most hilarious in this situation is that he hasn't bothered trying any other wooing tactics. Hasn't asked if I'd like to call him sometime. Hasn't tried a friendly email from time to time. Didn't even send an emotigram on Valentine's Day.
Nope. Just a "Here's my number. Call me the next time you're in Chicago."
If there is anything I am not, it's naive. I can see right through his "Call me when you're in Chicago" just like I can see right through any phone call from the male species between the hours of 1 and 4 a.m.
I may just have to avoid Chicago for the rest of my life.
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