This is the worst part. The dreaded waiting. I do it every time I meet someone cool, then I promise myself I won’t ever do it again. You know what I’m talking about, right? I took Nice-Jewish-I-Don’t-Know-What-I-Am-Looking-For-Boy’s, “I’ll call you tomorrow,” literally (sidenote: in women’s vocabulary, “I’ll call you tomorrow” really does mean we’ll talk tomorrow) and now I’m freaking out because it’s 10:00 and the phone still hasn’t rung. Well it’s rung, but he hasn’t called. I admit, I half expected to get back from dinner and watching Sex and the City (new season started) and have a message waiting. I keep checking my voicemail fanatically, thinking maybe he called at the same exact time as one of my friends (yeah right) sending his call straight to voicemail. Ah, the way we torture ourselves while dating. You married people really have no idea how lucky you are!