So, remember how I’d cursed myself for giving my number out to that DJ? Well it turns out that he did call me.

A week and a half later

on a Monday

at 3:30 am.

That’ll teach me.

I missed the call because I was on a late-night bus home. When I saw that i’d missed a random call at three in the morning I thought that it must just be a wrong number. A few days later when I finally checked my voicemail it turns out that it was the dj.

On the message you can hear his friends laughing in the background, and so, paranoid person that I am, I assume that the person calling it is not actually the guy i’d given my number to. I have a few legitimate reasons for believing this.

1) The guy did not use the name he’d told me when I met him, instead saying “It’s the DJ from Bar”

2) He said “You gave us your number.” No. I gave one guy my number, not the entire DJ team!

He finishes the message by saying that we should “stay in touch, even later in the week.” Ok, i didn’t know that DJs lived by a strict monday-wednesday dating schedule for girls who gave out their number. Anyway, this was obviously NOT about dating. Even I could tell that this was a straight-up booty call. And I am not totally against this, even if it was with someone other than the actual guy i gave my number to. I decided that i’d play along. 

Last night when I was out, I waited a good long time past midnight and called him up.

No answer, no answering machine.

Texting it was.

So I send him this “Hello DJ from Bar, it’s Annik. Welcome to my World!” I thought this was brilliant and hilarious at the time.

He actually got back to me quite quickly “Oh, yo! what does your ‘world’ entail?”

At this point, i’m having a great time with this, but am a little stumped as to how I should proceed. My girlfriends all give their input, Mackie being especially adamant that I MUST wait at least as long as he did before I reply.

“Why the games?”

“I know they suck but you have to play them at first” my guru answered.

After she had edited the exclamation point and a few adjectives out of my reply, my text was deemed appropriate for sending.

“right now my world entails a loft party. what does your world entail?”

this was my misstep, i think. It is a weak text, relying on location rather than mood or description.

“Foufounes” I get in reply.

“Don’t respond, Annik!” My friends slapped me a few times.

“He didn’t ask a question, he could have asked a question! You called him, you gave him your number. Don’t reply if you respect yourself!”

I whined and wheedled but ultimately decided that they were right, and my brief foray into possible sexting with Djs from Bars ended. I wonder if I care if he respects me or not, since I respect me. I wonder if me not replying is really making any kind of stance to a guy except that i’m not interested all of a sudden.

I asked a few of my guy friends and they mostly told me that they did not think in terms of ‘respect’ and that they would not have thought of that at all. I guess we’re all playing with different rules!