Go figure!

—“Any chance I could ask you one tiny question?” I said to my aquacise-instructor. “It will only take a second.”
I got a look of frenzied exasperation, followed by “you only have a second!” She was leaving.
Per usual, one second turned into at least 60 seconds, if not more. Questions, explanations, follow-up: like “I didn’t know that!”
“I just need to know if you changed phone-numbers. My attempting to copy you into a text I sent to someone else kept bombing.
I had to text that lady separately, and that worked. But texting you didn’t.”
Per usual, even after our talking concluded, minutes added to her attempting to leave. She scurried furiously, and what I thought might be five minutes became about 15 or more.
Then as she finally left, she met me poolside to say goodbye.
“Go figure!” I might scream. She could only spare a second, then she stopped to say goodbye to me.
At this point I could throw my hands up and shout “Women! I'll never understand ‘em! Why bother?”
I can’t do that. I have too many lady-friends, and I enjoy having them.
Lemme correct that, since “lady-friends” seems to have sexual connotation similar to “girlfriends.”
“OOO-LA-LA!”
How about “friends who happen to be ladies?”
I admit a slightly perverse aspect to my having friends who happen to be ladies.
They are women after all. But sex is out of the question!
It’s just that I love talking with ladies. They wanna talk, and they don’t hit me with that male macho crap.
And of course talking with ladies reverses my childhood — the old “No pretty lady will talk to you, Bobby! You are EVIL and disgusting!”
Can I accommodate unfathomable female behavior?
Of course I can. I thoroughly enjoy my friends who happen to be ladies.
But it’s hard to reconcile her stopping to say goodbye with “you only have a second!”