Face it. Rejection is a part of life.
On the 17 of December, I met a strawberry blond. She approached me, introduced herself and we talked for about 30 minutes. I got her number and excused myself to get some more beer.
I called her three times over the past two weeks, no answer, no answering machine.
I saw her again last night and tried to make a plan for this next Wednesday. She told me that she felt a cold coming on and didn't think she'd be up to it. Well, that's better than flaking on me Wednesday night. So, I get up and talk to a prettier girl and lay the mack down. No worries.
Moral:
It's easy to mistake friendliness for interest, especially when you've had a few vodka's with grapefruit.