I’ve recently fallen victim to the song “Call Me, Maybe." What can I say? It’s catchy. However, I’ve also found myself wondering what it is about the song that bothers me, and when I realized what it was, The Boy and I ended up having this conversation:
Me: So, that “Call Me, Maybe,” song – there’s something about it that bugs me, and I’m pretty sure I figured it out.
The Boy: …Okay?
Me: So, she’s out and she meets this guy and says “call me, maybe,” and I’ve been trying to figure out how I would react in that sort of situation with a guy – you know, hypothetically speaking. He’d be all like “so, I just met you.” and my response would be “yes, yes, you did, presumably because we are out to meet people,” but I’d let it go because well, I’d be somewhere new, to meet people, like in a college classroom.
The Boy: okay….?
Me: Well, then he’d say “this is crazy,” which would confuse me, because what is crazy about this situation? We’d be two people meeting for the first time, but that’s not crazy, everyone has to meet someone for the first time or our lives would be really boring. AND I wouldn’t have you – but I’m getting off-track here. SO he’d follow it up with “so here’s my number,” and I’d either be excited – which, I’d hope if he was giving me my number I’d be excited but to be honest there were a lot of guys in college that I wouldn’t have been excited to get phone numbers from, but I digress..
The Boy: …
Me: And then the kicker, he’d say, “call me, maybe.” to which I’d be like, “really? maybe? does that mean you do or don’t want to hear from me?” because maybe implies doubt. I mean, it’s possible he would be one of those guys that I wouldn’t be excited about getting a phone number from, but if he was – where is the confidence in that?
The Boy: Um..