There was one particular business on his route where a particularly attractive receptionist worked. Let's call her Maryanne. She had been on the job for a few weeks, and our hero had gradually turned up the banter each time he had seen her there.
It was only occasionally that this particular business received parcels, so he knew he had to make the most of every opportunity when he saw her.
Finally, one glorious day, Dan gathered up his nerve and asked Maryanne for her phone number.
She immediately and noticeably brightened up, and eagerly scribbled her number on the back of a business card. She handed it to Dan with a smile, and said..."Yes! Call me!"
After the customary three days had passed, courier-dude texted her one bright morning. "Hey there, Maryanne. It's Dan. What's up?"
Dan waited. But there was no answer. When evening had come, and he couldn't take it anymore, he fired off another text. "Hey Maryanne. I'm sure you're busy, but get back to me when you get a chance."
But there was still no answer. Only crickets chirping and pins dropping.
As fortune would have it, Dan had a package the next day that required delivery where Maryanne worked.
Nervously, he walked in the door. As soon as he made eye contact with Maryanne, she looked away immediately. Obviously sensing the awkwardness of the situation, neither said a word to each other as Dan dropped off the package.
About an hour after leaving, Dan couldn't get Maryanne off his mind. This time, he texted her the following message: "OK, Maryanne, what's wrong? Did I upset you somehow?"
You guessed it...no answer.
Having pretty much lost all hope of dating Maryanne, Dan's emotional state turned to anger and resentment toward her. "How come there aren't any pretty women out there who don't play games? And how come they are all so flighty and immature?"
Two days later, Dan had another package to be delivered where Maryanne worked. When he walked in, Maryanne once again avoided eye contact with renewed awkwardness.
But Dan's frustration got the best of him. "OK, look", Dan said, "I texted you a whole bunch of times, and I can't believe you've completely ignored me! Where do you get off flirting with guys and looking all happy when they ask you for your phone number, when all you're going to do is mess with their heads!?"
The answer Dan received was as terse as they come.
Maryanne had given Dan her home phone number...which was a land line, of course.
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