I called yet another woman last night, and as I told her who I was, I heard the sound of papers being shuffled about through the phone. I asked her if I had reached her at a bad time, perhaps in the middle of doing some important work. She said she was just looking for my profile, and asked if I could hold until she found it. There must have been quite a few of them because I heard a lot of papers being moved around. It took about half a minute before she proclaimed triumphantly, "Here you are.You were in the wrong pile." Apparently there's a "guys she's already gone out with" pile, and a "guys she hasn't yet gone out with" pile. I'm all for being organized, and I'm not even saying that her filing system is a bad idea, but there are things you share on a first phone call, and things you don't. This fell into the latter category. No one wants to hear that they were pulled from a pile of something. It's one step above stepping in a pile of something.
I tried helping her out by explaining how she could file all the profiles digitally without wasting all that paper and ink, but she said that as a teacher, she's used to dealing with big piles of papers when she grades tests. When she said that, I imagined my printed profile lying in the "guys she's gone out with" pile after our first date. My grade would be handwritten in big red ink across my picture. If the date went really well, she'd hang my profile on her bulletin board for everyone to see. If it went really poorly, she might ask my parents to come in and see her.
We spoke for a bit. She was nice enough, but there was something off about her. About fifteen minutes into the conversation she claimed she had to go, and that she'd call me back in a little while. She never did, and I was kind of relieved.
I wonder if there's a "guys she's blown off who weren't really that interested in her anyway" pile.