I met a girl in a club one week after I wrote that. Even though her parents weren’t from the U.S., she put out a very strong American vibe since she was raised here since puberty. American girls are not my number one preference but as long as she is cute and not a complete moron, I’m going for sex. She had the kind of look that makes you think she had already absorbed the local habits by osmosis. That usually means the conversation will be easier, even if it also means the standards are lower.

We talked for about 30 minutes with light petting involved. She had to leave because her girlfriend’s boyfriend got into a fight or something, so it was time to wrap it up. “I think we should hang out for a drink,” I said. You know her answer is going to be good or else I wouldn’t write about this. “That can be arranged.” It was the kind of reply that sounds like she is scheduling a shipment instead of a date.

It gets me so hot when girls treat me like a coworker. Going forward, can we add value in Meeting Room 2? I want to leverage your best-of-breed interface so bad… I guess I’m asking for too much to want replies like “I’d love to” or even “I’d like that” because then she would be showing too much interest and I would stop considering her as a life partner. A little enthusiasm is not some rare luxury, it is the minimum signal that she is alive and engaged.

I got her number anyway because I was horny at the time, but why bother calling when you know at the very least you will be subjected to phone tag and “Let me check my schedule”? It’s time to hold girls to a higher standard where wanting to go out with me is not enough: I want you to show more enthusiasm than someone in one of those in-and-out comas. If the energy is dead before the first drink, the whole thing is dead. I’d rather be alone than negotiate with a half-asleep response.