Once upon a time there was a teenage girl named Belinda. She was somewhat interested in a boy named Randolph, a nice boy, a smart boy, a respectful boy, a good Catholic and a good dancer too. You know how many teenage boys are good dancers. Randolph paid no attention to Belinda, but she didn't care because she wasn't really sure that she liked him. Then Randolph began to call her on the phone every night for a whole week. Why don't you call that nice boy back her mother would say, he's so polite and so respectful. He's a creep, Belinda insisted. He's BORING! I hear he's a good dancer and very sweet, her mother said.. BORING, argued Belinda. Of course she had every intention of calling him back, but she didn't want to appear too eager because, after all, he hadn't paid any attention to her for months. Well, finally on Saturday afternoon, she called him back and he wasn't in. She called him on Sunday afternoon and he still wasn't in. Furious, she called him Sunday night. I hear you have been calling me on the phone, Randolph,she said in a snippy  tone of voice. I'm sorry you didn't call before, Belinda, he said sadly, I was gonna invite you to the Christmas dance. But I figured you didn't want to go so I asked someone else. I'm a total space cadet, Belinda admitted. Maybe some other time, Randolph replied.