He said he would call; he’s going to call. I’ve told myself this over and over for the past hour. I know this is loser-rific behavior, cliché even, to sit and wait for a boy to call, but I can’t help it; I really like Alex. And I really, really want him to like me too.


R-R-Ring!


Don’t pick up on the first ring. I’m not desperate, of course.


R-R-Ring!


Maybe not the second, either. It’s not like I don’t have a life.


R-R-Ring!


Okay, I’ll pick up after the fourth ring.


...


I anxiously await the fourth ring


It doesn’t come.


What?! It must not have been him. I’ll wait another hour...or two.


Ring! R-R-Ring! I’ll show him.


"Hello?" I say tentatively.


"Hi, this is Mary with the Arizona Republic. How are you doing today?"


"Not well enough to talk to you." Click.


Oh no. What if he was trying to call just now and he couldn’t get through all because of Mary the Poorly-Timed Telemarketer? Why didn’t I swing the extra ten bucks for call waiting? Stupid, stupid, stupid.


R-R-Ring!


Aha!


Not caring if I appear desperate or not, I pick up. "Hello?"


"Summer is right around the corner. Don’t waste your money on other air con--" Click.


Curse telemarketers to the ninth layer of Dante’s Inferno. Why can’t they get real jobs? Do they live at home with their mothers? Honestly.


R-R-Ring!


Really now, this is ridiculous. But I have to pick up. It could be Alex. Why didn’t I go all out for caller ID too?


"Hello?"


"Hi, how are you? I was just wondering if you had a minute to talk about our fabulous timeshares in Puerto Vallarta." Click.


R-R-Ring!


That’s it.


"LISTEN, JERK, I DON’T WANNA HEAR ABOUT YOUR STUPID TIME SHARES, AIR DUCT CLEANING, OR NEWSPAPER!!! I’M NOT INTERESTED, Y’HEAR?! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NEVER CALL MY HOUSE AGAIN, YA FREAK!!! WHY DON’T YOU GET A REAL JOB AND MOVE OUT OF YOUR MOTHER’S CONDO, HUH?! DAMN, WHAT DOES A GIRL HAVE TO DO TO GET OFF YOUR LIST?!"


"Crystal?"


My stomach falls through my feet. It’s Alex.


"Uhh...No Cristal aquí," I say in a very high-pitched Spanish accent and slam down the phone, hoping against hope that he’ll call back and I can pretend that wasn’t me.


R-R-Ring!


"Hi, this is Angela with Global Destinations. I’d like to offer you a trip to Italy at absolutely no cost to you..."