At Last
Huzzah, huzzah...JP & I managed to vault over the time difference and talk on the phone. Life is good.
Although, and I can admit this to you now because I've already admitted it to him, I dialed his number with a smidge of trepidation. Pour quoi? Because, my friends, we've been communicating regularly for some time now and everything has gone swimmingly but there is something a little bit intimidating about actually speaking. What if, and this was my primary concern, he finds out that I'm really not that funny? What if we don't have anything to say after all? It was all feeling a little fraught particularly because there had been aborted attempts to call and now it was taking on mega-proportion. Not unlike, as I told him, what happens when you meet someone and you really hit it off and you say you're going to call but then you don't. Or they don't. And all of a sudden you start worrying that not only will they never call but because they are never going to call you shouldn't either because then you'll just prove yourself to be as desperate as they obviously already think you are because they haven't called but more to the point what if you do call and do talk and it turns out they liked you better when you were in that bar you met at because one or both of you was drunk and the liking was just a trick of alcohol? Or something like that. (Man, I am so glad I'm married).
Anyway, it wasn't anything like that and we had a perfectly lovely conversation (and I was funny enough to make him laugh a couple of times so that's a load off). As we were signing off I made some allusion to aforementioned "dating" scenario and he promised to send flowers. To which I now reply, "Just wake me up before you go go".
Wham "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go"
Although, and I can admit this to you now because I've already admitted it to him, I dialed his number with a smidge of trepidation. Pour quoi? Because, my friends, we've been communicating regularly for some time now and everything has gone swimmingly but there is something a little bit intimidating about actually speaking. What if, and this was my primary concern, he finds out that I'm really not that funny? What if we don't have anything to say after all? It was all feeling a little fraught particularly because there had been aborted attempts to call and now it was taking on mega-proportion. Not unlike, as I told him, what happens when you meet someone and you really hit it off and you say you're going to call but then you don't. Or they don't. And all of a sudden you start worrying that not only will they never call but because they are never going to call you shouldn't either because then you'll just prove yourself to be as desperate as they obviously already think you are because they haven't called but more to the point what if you do call and do talk and it turns out they liked you better when you were in that bar you met at because one or both of you was drunk and the liking was just a trick of alcohol? Or something like that. (Man, I am so glad I'm married).
Anyway, it wasn't anything like that and we had a perfectly lovely conversation (and I was funny enough to make him laugh a couple of times so that's a load off). As we were signing off I made some allusion to aforementioned "dating" scenario and he promised to send flowers. To which I now reply, "Just wake me up before you go go".
Wham "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go"
Labels: Blogtopia, Here's the 80s, JP rules
cobbled together by Moi at 2:10 PM
10 Comments:
And at least he didn't charge you $2.99 a minute, like most people you meet online. Okay, okay, like most people I meet online.
LA, You know the old song, "Never on a Sunday". It's like that.
So that really long run-on sentence about meeting somebody in a bar and the desperate phone call thing? Pretty much sums up my entire existence. Thanks for that painful reminder.
I kid.
Okay, I'm gonna go-go. But I'll be back-back.
Jitterbug!
Oh Georgie! You put the boom boom into my heart!
(happy dance happy dance)
Sounds like you two had a good time:) He didn't charge you?
Charlie, you old softy.
Eva, Maybe you'll dream about him tonight.
Grish, Well, now that it's been mentioned more than once, I suppose it was a little odd that he first asked for my credit card number.
JP - I'm not kidding. That was so totally pretty much my entire high school and college (after the divorce) existence. I was such a dork.
Lorraine - I LOVE that video. C'mon, George Michael was just SO sexy.
Okay, I'm going to go-go before I embarrass myself even more-more.
And those shorts! OMG! I think my favorite George Michael song is Careless Whisper, though.
That pretty much sums up everybodies high school experience and those who say otherwise are lying liars.
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