I remember being at some party back in the day, and there was a fellow I didn’t know who had obviously been trying to hook up to no avail with an attractive lady, whom I also didn’t know, but very much intended to try and meet.
”I’ve been trying to get in touch with you,” he told her as I eavesdropped. “But you never return my calls.”
”Listen,” she replied, “if your phone doesn’t ring, it’s me on the line.”
The she turned and walked away.
Which is how I felt -- kinda -- after another perfecto weekend, my second in the last three weeks, third of the season.