Girls Night Out...men definitely allowed!

It's Saturday night, dress on, makeup in place, bottle of wine disappearing and your bedroom packed with your girl friends all fighting to use the straighterners or vie for that bit of the mirror that has the "best light". The one who is always ready first rings a taxi and then the ones who are always ready last start (normally me) start panicking like anything, backcombing hair to an inch within its life and throwing shoes out of the wardrobe looking for a pair...whilst everyone else now is sitting in the taxi!

And here's where it begins, a Saturday night on the town. Which town it doesn't matter...the basis is all the same!

So, I have a friend who is also single and with whom I have many a funny conversation about boys and their strange ways. We think we know it all, until we meet another "one" who stumps us and has us cursing that race known as man!

So, we shall call my lovely friend, Kim* (names changed for legal purposes).

Kim was in a lively bar dancing away with a few friends when she spotted a guy out the corner of her eye who had something about him she liked. He wasn't the best looking in the room but he had that "thing" that she likes. You know what I mean about that "thing" none of us can describe it, but if he has got "it" then we know about it! So, playing it cool she decides to go and get a drink next to where he is standing, a gentle little smile and then stands there thinking in her head "speak to me, speak to me!". Well hey presto, he is the one who ones up to her and starts a conversation! All going so far so good?

So they are chatting away, getting on well, they even end up having a dance off with each other and then he asks that all important question...."can I have your number?". Now, when a guy asks for your number you can go one of two ways...make up one excuse that you have a boyf (imaginary in my case normally) or give him the right one because you've already imagined meeting his great aunts and uncles and having his 6 children...dramatic I know but a girl can dream can't she?

So, Kim gives him her number, they both go there separate ways (no club necking on this occasion! Cringe!) and then that's when it begins.

"Is he going to text." "Is he going to call?" "What if he doesn't?" "Do you think he liked me?" WHY do we torture ourselves??? We sit there staring at our phones, getting angry at every other person who does text just because it "isn't him". Pathetic, sad and downright stupid, but we can't help it...some crazy haze of green smoke clouds over the sensible parts of our brains and we find ourselves turning into a near crazed lunatic! Ok not exactly a lunatic, but analysing every single details of the conversation/the meet/ the dance/ the smile/ the look....the list goes on and on.

So, I'm all to aware that when you give your number to a guy, sometimes they call and sometimes they don't. When they don't do I just brush it off and think "Ahh well another one bites the dust" - do I sh@te!! I'm the one asking all of them questions and thinking "oh it must be because I needed my eyebrows plucking"....

So, Kim does get a text the next night and within a few texts he has asked her surname to have a nose on Facebook. Now this is where she made her first mistake, you want him to get to know you first...not your Facebook profile, but not to worry, my friend doesn't use it that often and looks gorgeous on all her photos anyway! So they carry on texting and then it gets late and he says he is going to sleep...she is playing it cool and just says good night.

So today did he text? No he didn't.

Why?

Well here are the list of reasons we have come up:

1) He was on his way to work this morning and got abducted by aliens who erased his short term memory and hence why he has forgotten all about the recent "love of his life" that he is smitten with (aka Kim)

2)He lost his phone (although could have face booked so chances are slim) alien scenario more probable.

3) He is playing it cool (if this is the case then she should get a text tomorrow at least - but by no means should she text back for at least 12 hrs!!!)

4)He hadn't liked what he has seen on Facebook

5)He has realised she is far too good looking and fantastic for him so is too afraid to contact her again (we should all believe this one now and again!)

6)He has been cut off by Asda mobile and in the queue in the sainsburys getting his copper jar changed to buy some credit

or and last but not least

7) He maybe is just not that into her. Now we shouldn't take this personally, although naturally it's hard not to. I mean he doesn't even know Kim, so what does he know. So that leaves one explanation that we assume-he doesn't like how I look. It's hard not too, but in the grand scale of things, he isn't going to ask for your number if he thinks your a minger is he. So, sometimes we have to reside to the thinking that really there isn't anything wrong with us at all, he just wasn't the right person and the connection or spark just wasn't there.

But the frustrating part is, is that she wants him to text even more now. Sod law. Dont get me wrong, I know she will have forgotten about him in a week if he doesn't get in touch, but for us girls a Saturday night out with the girls can result in hourly conversations with our friends about whether "he has texted/hasn't /what he said/what did you say"...it almost puts me off going out (yeah who am I kidding!).

So, as the "desperate girls" self help book has been saying for a while...men? Are they really from a planet called Mars? Hell what do I know...one things for sure they are definitely a strange group of creatures...we all profess to not playing games, but are we just as bad? Is dating just a big game of Cat and mouse "chase"? Will Kim or myself ever meet a decent guy that hasn't been abducted by Aliens or resorting to his piggybank for phone credit?

Something tells me, we've got a long way to go.

It's all fabulous x