John walked into kitchen and slumped against counter.
“Hi John, “ I said. “What’s matter with you?”
“Oh, nothing,” he mumbled.
“Must be a woman,” I laughed. John was my roommate’s brother and his romantic adventures were a source of great amusement at our house. He was always on make but rarely successful.
“Yeah, well…there’s this girl I met at a party and she’s sooooo cute. And I got her number and I’ve been calling her but she keeps coming up with excuses when I ask her to a movie.”
“So what does she say?”
“Well, last night she said she was busy on Saturday because she has to wash her hair. The last time she said there was something she wanted to watch on TV.”
“And did she suggest another time?”
“John! Where’s your brain?” I exploded. “The girl isn’t interested!”
“But how do you know that?”
“Because she gave you lamest excuse on planet and she didn’t suggest a alternative.”
“But she was friendly at party,” he countered.
“Maybe she was just in a good mood. Or maybe she was making someone jealous. What matters is what she’s telling you now. And it’s definitely a NO.”
“But she’s so cute,” he whined.
“That’s got nothing to do with it,” I replied. I saw hangdog look on his face and took pity on him.
“Okay, John, here’s deal. The next time you decide to ask a girl out, you give her three chances to say yes. You stop calling her after third no.”
“That’s it? Three calls?”
“Yes. If she’s interested she might say no but she’ll come up with an alternative. Or she’ll say yes by third call.’
“But what if she’s just playing hard to get?”