Sometimes, no matter how well a date seems to go, the last you’ll hear of her voice are the words “please leave a message”. You had fun, but she doesn’t call back. You enjoyed your meal or activity, but she doesn’t call back. She even said she liked you, but she doesn’t call back.
Why is that?
Maria and I went out for sushi then drinks at a bar overlooking the river. The weather was perfect. Our conversation was a mix of questions and comments, silence and laughter. Everything seemed to go well.
When I dropped her off at her house, she even said “I had a really nice time. Call me!”.

So I did. And she never called me back. Why?
The answer is agonizingly simple: She was so concerned about being “the perfect date” that she avoided telling me when she wasn’t enjoying herself. Sound familiar? Not only does it happen on first dates, but many of us continue this practice well into relationships and especially in the bedroom.
How do I know her reasons?
Two weeks after our date I strolled into the movie theater she managed on a Monday afternoon. Guess who was the only person available to sell me a ticket?
As Maria ran my credit card, I made a simple statement: ”You don’t even like sushi. In fact, you hate it.”
She stopped sliding the card. Her shoulders tightened and she let out a breath through her nose.
“You’re a persistent one, huh?” She countered.
“Not especially. I just want to know if you actually like sushi.” I ventured.
Her shoulders dropped and she stopped trying to squeeze life into the pen she held.
“No, I don’t like sushi.” She admitted.
Our conversation continued. The problem wasn’t just the sushi. She’d been worried about running into an ex at the bar and was exhausted from a long week. She should have called off the date and slept. Instead, we’d both wasted our time and nearly ended up as a ghost couple. You know, the ones who try to avoid each other so they don’t have to ever give an explanation?
She’d chosen to save face by being nice even though doing so filled the air with uncertainty.
I missed the first 10 minutes of Matrix Revolutions (not much lost there), but I gained insight into why the date had failed. Here’s what went wrong and how I could have avoided it:
- I was so thrilled that we were on a date that I missed her negative signals. You know how eye contact helps establish a connection between two people? It also helps to figure out if she’s laughing with you or at you. If she makes a down-toned humming noise at the end of her laugh and turns her head away…she’s laughing at you. If she has trouble getting her response out in coherent terms…she’s definitely laughing with you.
- I failed to make it clear that my plans for the evening were flexible. All I had to say was “Hey, if you’ve been craving something other than sushi, let’s get that. I know of a couple great places.” and Maria would have been filling her face with food she enjoyed. Being flexible and paying attention to a woman’s cravings will get you more points than you planned on.
- I let it bother me when she never returned my call. This is the hardest part to fix because I love to over-think things. If you take all the time you spend obsessing over bad dates and spend it on being a better friend to the people around you, those friends will do everything they can to find you love. They’ll also be there for you when, like should have happened with Maria, a date calls in sick and you have free time.
Notice I’ve been talking about friendship a lot lately? There’s a reason. The people who participate in fulfilling friendships make for better bed-mates, soul-mates, chocolate-ice-cream-and-Friends-marathon-mates, and are generally much more fun to wake up next to.
I’m starting with the chocolate ice cream and working my way up. =)
Seth
If you’ve got a story about a date who never called back, I’d love to hear it. Leave it in a comment and we’ll talk about it!
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46 Comments
I’m kind of happy to see a story where the woman doesn’t call instead of the man. It’s nice to know guys worry about stuff like this too!
@Molly
I’m much better about #3 than I was when this date took place. Sure, I like to think about things, but I work to be thoughtful instead of obsessed. You know?
Guys worry about a lot of stuff. Trust me on that! =)
Great topic, Seth!
I’ve had a lot of “great dates” but that’s just it…it’s the word “date” that puts a kink in the slinky and when that happens, the fluidity of slinking down the stairs is affected and gone!:~)
I’ve learned to take away the “date” aspect and replace it with the “friend” aspect. This then takes away the pressure off of both parties and maybe they can relax and enjoy! If it works out, great! There’s something to be said about “friends first make great lovers”…and if it doesn’t work out, then it’s easier to disassociate and go your own way. Or at the very least, you’ve gained a new friend in the process…along with their friends.
Does this make sense to you? I am less nervous about making friends than I am making lovers…of course, having pingpong balls in my pocket helps break the ice everytime without fail.:~)
Moral: I have lots of friends but zero dates and I’m ok with this…unless…
But seriously I would love to hear your guy input…
@Henie
I have never had success with making a slinky run down steps. A failure…completely.
Yes, it makes entire sense to me! I brought that up in a different way in the previous post. It’s a trend! =)
Pingpong balls again? I shall begin to incorporate penguins into every comment I leave on your blog, Hen.
I think you’re too hard on yourself. She’s a big girl. Big girls who don’t like sushi can say so, even when they’re tired, are having a bad week, or are worried about running into old boyfriends.
It would stink to spend much time with a person who silently hates things but never says so in the name of not making waves. Yuck! Why not just say, “Hey, I’m not really up for this tonight, but I’d love to go grab a cheeseburger in someplace more casual. Want to?”
I’m not much for sushi, myself. Being in the company of some fabulously cute guy who is also nice wouldn’t be enough to make me pretend I did like it, and I *certainly* can’t imagine either wanting or having to pretend to like sex. Good heavens. It’s inherently likeable. If, for some god awful reason any particular instance of it weren’t likeable (not likely!), then I’d stop.
Anyway, give yourself a break. There’s no dating secret, here, and no rule you’re breaking. You aren’t being too self absorbed to notice the subtle clues. It’s just that when you are with someone who isn’t honest about what’s up with her, then you’re not going to know what’s up with her.
I vote for giving yourself a break. Failure to read minds really doesn’t count as failure at all.