The Cool Girl.

You give him your number.


He doesn't call until the second day.
You could ask what was up with that, but you don't.
Because you're the Cool Girl.
The Cool Girl doesn't mind.
She's not serious.
She's happy to hear from him, but has a life outside of him.
She's whatever.

So you go out. Once. Twice.
Three days disappearance.
You think he's been kidnapped by a cult.
And then, he contacts you.
He's flirty, doesn't have a clue, so you forgive him.
And of course, you don't bring it up.
Cool Girl, here.

The next thing you know, you're a month in.
Or a year.
Or a relationship.
Or, you're just in love.
And he's still pulling crap.

Now, ask yourself, how long are you going to play Cool Girl?
It's not a crime to care. To like the guy.
Not a crime to want to be called.
To want a relationship.
And to be frustrated when it doesn't happen.
The only crime is making excuses for his behavior.

That's not Cool.