Tom's Terrible at Texting

Dear DiaLog,

I know there’s only one thing you really want to know right now – what did Tom say? – patience friends. I’ll get there.

For you to understand exactly how we got thus far, you need to know a few things:

Thing number 1: My best friend is full of wonderfully stupid ideas

Thing number 2: I wish mobile phones had never been invented

Thing number 3: I owed Liv a cup of coffee

I’m sure there’s loads more ‘things’ but basically, if you’ve skipped ahead then read on back… it’ll make more sense.

So there I was, 11 o’clock am, sitting in ‘Coffee on the Corner’ (also known as Terri’s new boyfriend’s workplace), phone on the table, staring at the screen. The conversation which followed went something like this:

“Staring at it’s not going to do anything Allie.”
“I don’t care. I can’t believe he hasn’t replied – of all the messaged I could ever send him, this is the only one that would EVER demand a reply. And he hasn’t.”
“Just give it time.”

So we waited. And we waited… and in the meantime we may have done a little bit of Benjamin Preston watching. One thing that’s really bugging me is that Ben is a nice guy… like, a genuinely nice guy. So WHAT is he doing with my sister?! *That was rude, cut that out… Not to say that Terri’s undeserving of him – I love her don’t get me wrong – but he’s not like her at all. I guess opposites attract. Allow me to provide you with exhibit A:

[8 o’clock am. Home. Way too early.]

I’m lying in bed, half awake and I hear banging across the hallway.
“Teresa! Shutup…” (I’m usually much more agreeable than this… but it was early)

“What?!”
“Be quiet.”
“You be quiet.”
“Fine.”
At this point, Miss Perfect comes walking down the hallway.
“Hey Terri? You’re waking everyone up. Are you going to work?”
“Hi Abigail… um yeah. Sorry.”
“That’s ok. Thanks.”
“All good.”

I mean…! See?! See what I put up with? And trust me… dialogue doesn’t do it half the justice. Might I just add that she never ‘got up’ for work? She was at a party until goodness knows when and then watched 3 movies… REALLY LOUDLY… in the lounge room next to me.

Now compare exhibit A with exhibit B:

[11 o’clock am. Coffee on the Corner. Still too early.]
I’m sitting at a table across from Liv, and at the next table sit a (rather adorable) older couple having a (pretty lovely) conversation about their granddaughters running achievements. (Turns out this kid is 2… but that’s besides the point).
[Call Me Maybe starts playing in the background… I know right? Classic coffee shop music… not]

“Oh, excuse me young man,” the old man beckons Ben Preston.
“Yes sir, what can I get for you?”
“No, no, not that. You see I’m trying to talk to my wife, but your music is very loud.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that. I’ll be sure to turn it down straight away.”
“Thank you.”

See what I mean?! Considerate! He’s definitely nothing like Teresa…

I know, I know. Sidetracked again. I’m sorry… where was I?

Text. Waiting. Boredom. Ben Preston. Coffee… mmm. Coffee. The text. I know what you’re thinking. What an idiot, right? Seriously Tom, text her back. Allie why do you want to be with this guy anyway? Everyone knows that non-texter-backers are the worst people to be in a relationship with. Imagine being uncontactable… but honestly? Tom’s not a bad guy. He’s just got really bad taste in girls.

And how do I know that? Tom never texted me back…

But his girlfriend did.

This is (an incredibly embarrassed..) Allie Fisher saying Seeya… I’m going to need that pillow again.

LOVE! - Who needs it?

Allie