Delizioso!!

As always, I have found myself in another sticky situation involving a new male interest, only it's of a different variety this time. Let's just say that my new favorite type of cuisine is Italian...

I met this guy in a bar about 3 weeks ago....yada yada yada....and we hit things off pretty well. I know what you're thinking my dear readers. Why would I even consider a guy I met in a bar? For the most part, the types of guys in bars tend to be of the creepy/sketchy/mouth-breather variety. Usually I follow by my strict "no men from bars" protocol and leave well enough alone, but this particular gentleman threw me for a loop. For starters, he was the bartender, truly uncharted territory for me. Secondly, he was Italian, another new venture for me. Lastly, he was devastatingly good looking.

I'll admit it. I've dealt with my fair share of attractive men, but this guy is the hottest by far. On the standard 1-10 attractiveness scale, he was a solid 9 for sure, not that this intimidated me. It just made me realize that I had to handle him a bit differently. Needless to say, he got my phone number after asking for it, and the night didn't end before we exchanged bodily fluids (take that however you want, you sickos!). My current dilemma stems from the fact that now I must engage in the painstaking task of waiting for/hoping for him to call.

Of all the things that I hate in the world, waiting for the initial call/text from a guy I'm interested in is my most despised activity. I would rather have my eyes gouged out by Lysol-tipped wire clothes hangers than engage in this pathetic activity, and yet I must endure the agony. The worst part is........I really want him to call. I would like to get to know this guy a little better, but the decision is ultimately up to him. If I didn't care about the outcome so much, or if I wasn't so interested in the guy himself, things would be a lot easier, and yet neither scenarios are the case.

I think it sucks that he has all the cards right now and I simply have to wait for him to show his hand, so to speak. I feel like I'm suspended in time, like I'm helpless in this situation. Another aspect of this conundrum that bothers me is that the patterns of male telephone usage when it comes to girls are about as sporadic as Lindsay Lohan's mood swings. I have no way of knowing whether he will call today, a week from now, a month from now, or even at all. I have to sit by idly, hoping for a phone call that may never come...

So, I need your advice my beloved readers. After you give a guy your phone number, what do you do to keep your mind off of it? How do you keep the faith that he will call, or how do you recover if he doesn't?