The Dating Files: Can I get my number back?

So this story (thankfully) is not about me, but it totally fits the bill for less than romantic dating stories in NYC. This sad tale of singledom comes from my lovely roommate. Here's her tale of woe. (lol It's not that bad - but doesn't the drama intrigue you to keep reading!?) 

  

"Hey! I'm cute and I play in a band."



So my roomie met her guy-in-question at work. Let's call him "Digits." Roomie and Digits met about a month ago during training. After weeks of casual flirting and and the typical "getting to know you" conversations, Roomie accepted Digits' invitation to come see his band perform in Brooklyn. Score! She's totally into the creative, artistic, "I'm cute and I play in a band" type. He is a drummer which to her is ideal because that means that he has rhythm, doesn't mind being in the background, and is may have the tendency to be a little bit wild...

The night went off without a hitch. Everyone was very spirited and having a good time together when....well, let me keep it real. She was actually a tad bit buzzed and may or may not have fallen on the floor in front of him, but whatever! Point is, they shared a laugh over that and the night's other antics, danced together, and had fun. Great.

A few days later he asked her out on their first official date to the movies! Oooh la la! She chose a psychological thriller. Romantic, I know. They talked through the whole thing. After the movies they headed to the bar. Convo was great, blah blah blah, everything was amazing, and he even kissed her on the forehead. Perfection for her date #1 defined. They walked to the train hand in hand (I know, I'm throwing up for you - this is so sugary sweet, right?) at the end of the night and ended things with a sweet kiss...okay actually, they made out on the train. Not the classiest move, but guess what, who cares!? She wasn't ready, but he went for it and all ended well.

At this point they still hadn't exchanged numbers, but a few days later, back at work, Digits got the digits. Cool. It's about time, brother. In addition, he asked her out for a second date to go see a Broadway musical and to celebrate his birthday the next evening. Love it. Everything was going great!

Then, our story took a turn for the worst. Days went by and......nothing. No calls. No texts....and what happened to those birthday date plans? Beats me. A few days after that she finally saw him at work and said "Hey dude, why didn't you call me?" His response? "I'm SORRY! I'll call you next week!" Uh.....#fail. Next week, dude? No thanks.

The moral of the story is this: If you get the digits, use them because if you don't, you force me to ask the question, "Can I get my number back!?"