If you've ever been a straight girl in my position, you can relate to my current dilema: waiting for the boy to call. It's a bitch, huh? I mean, if you're outgoing and not bound by social confines set up when the phone became popular (and my ancestors were digging potatoes), then more power to you, but as for me... waiting is what happens. He has my number, I know he does, and so now I am waiting for him to remember me, and call. It's the most embarassing and degrading thing to do, waiting for a boy to call. But it's also exciting, because every time the phone rings, it might be him, calling to (awkwardly) ask you to see him again. Unfortunately for me, giving my number doesn't always mean I get the call, so it's a gamble.

Alright, I'm tired, tomorrow is another day, right? Right. Scarlet O'Hara knew her stuff.

---Meghan