Seriously. She did.
She came home with the number written on a receipt, in her pocket. The next day she kept trying to figure out why she had the number. You see, she has a boyfriend. SHe finally remember that it was for me.
So she explained that he was hanging out with her and another friend at the bar. They got to talking and he kept saying that he wanted to find someone "down to earth". Hmm, wonder what that means actually? Do I fit that description? Anyway, she told him that I had been seeing someone and she didn't know if it was going to work or not. She told him that he should go out with me. He kind of laughed it off and they kept hanging out. Right before last call he went over and asked her if she was serious about me. She told him she was and so he gave her his number.
She got done telling me this and said that I shold go out with me. We both agreed that it would be werid for me to call him first.
"Uh hello. You don't know me. Actually I don't know you either. Uh, you met my freind at the bar. You guys hung out all night. No, no, she has a boyfriend so she referred you to me."
Seriously, how embarassing! So she called him and told him that I would go out with him and asked him how he wanted to do this. She offered up just meeting one night with her and her boyfriend. Oh and me of course. He asked for my number and said that he would call me.
We've been playing phone tag all week. I get up the nerve to place what seems like a cold call, given I know nothing about him. Then he doesn't answer. I get a messgae from him and start the process again and what do you know - he's not answering.
So tonight, as I write this, I'm stalling. Yep. My turn to call him again.
Ok, here I go.
Ok, really this is it.
No, I swear this time I'll pick up the phone.
Um, may be I need a beer.
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