No Phone For You!
I’ve had two women recently give me a “No talking on the phone” ultimatum.
Meaning, we exchanged a handful of nice e-mails and when I asked for their numbers, they threw down a big barrier as if I asked for a very delicate and touchy sex act on Date 1.
The excuses range from “I’m not good on the phone” (What? Oh, you mean that thing in your hand all the time?) to “I don’t like talking on the phone.” (Again, what?) to (an exact quote) “I am not much of a phone person – especially when I first meet someone. I like to just meet a person and take in the entire energy of the experience.”
I usually counter with that I just like to talk to someone for a few minutes — 10 or 15 — before I make a Date Date.
You know why? I’m a big believer in Phone Chemistry. Because Phone Chemistry often translates into Real Life Chemistry. And Bad Phone is a canary in the coal mine for Chemistry.
I’d rather have 10, 15 minutes of Bad Phone than 30 – 60 minutes of Bad Face-to-Face — plus travel time, drink costs, etc.
And I’ve had bad phone — a few women who were drunk, the woman who made the joke about calling the morgue, the woman who offered to ‘tea bag’ me, women with voices that could qualify as torture devices (I once talked to a woman who knew a friend and when I asked the friend about her voice, she said, “Ooooh, yeah….there’s that.”)…
At this point, the conversation has to be good to get me to go out on a real date — nice, passable, boring talks don’t inspire me for a get-together anymore. I don’t care how good looking you are in your pics.
So, I made kind, charming appeals to these two women — the one mentioned above thought about it and made more excuses and the woman on e-harmony CLOSED ME out. (Meaning, I was banned from communication).
I am being too rigid? Or are they?
I mean, if they are so rigid about something so small and reasonable so early on, what are they going to be like later? Like my mom, where EVERYTHING must be her way? (“I know it’s your birthday, but your mother wants pancakes for dinner…”)