Yet Again

My date has been once again pushed back.

Ridiculous really.

The thing is... she sounds so genuine when she apologizes that I can't seem to give up on her.

I got out of acting class today, and had a message from her. She said her boss has instructed her that Friday is a very busy day, and she won't be able to leave early.

She said over and over again that she is not blowing me off.

So, of course, I figured she was blowing me off.

Then, I couldn't get that cute little lilt of her voice out of my head, so I called her. At 11PM.

That's about when things get going for me, so I figured she would be up.

The phone rang until right before the voicemail kicks in. I was telling myself not to leave a message when a tiny little hello came my way.

Were you sleeping? I was hoping she would say no. She said no.

No. I had only just got into bed, and I did have the sleep mask over my eyes, but I hadn't fallen asleep yet.

You gotta be kidding!? You put on a sleep mask, and get into bed, and THEN YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?!

I tried to make a joke about why would you answer the phone, but she told me it was her bad because she doesn't have an alarm clock and has to use the phone as one, so it was on.

I joked and said, Thank goodness you have so many jobs, you might be able to afford an alarm clock soon.

She mildly laughed and said yeah. She said she probably shouldn't have answered the phone, but she did want to talk to me, and not play more phone tag.

I thought that was sweet. Then she said:

Plus, the sleeping pill hasn't kicked in yet.

I thought that this couldn't go worse.

I have now called a girl who I have been trying to date for three weeks now, with no success, to reschedule and not only did I wake her up, but she is drugged! What more could go wrong.

You'll probably tell me you just came from a funeral today, now.

No, she said, that was last month.

First of all, if you have any familiarity with Murphy's Law, as someone who has lived my life should, you would learn to never, EVER, make a funeral joke. ESPECIALLY WHEN TRYING TO GET THE FIRST DATE!

I smacked myself in the head, and stood there shaking back and forth. No joke in the entire world of language could save anything right now.

She said, My grandfather would have laughed at that.

That is an out. She was giving me an out. So, what do I say?

Your grandfather, is that the person who died?

I'm continuing the conversation!!!! Why am I continuing to talk about the dead grandfather????

Somehow, we were able to get off her perished ancestors. I think I asked for a moment to unlodge my shoe from my esophagus.

She actually segued into when we could possibly meet. So far, we have decided on next Wednesday. I need to call her early next week to confirm, or I should say, to find out what goes wrong then.

We joked a bit after. She did seem eager to try and talk to me. Even said she hates to talk on the phone because she feels like she says stupid things. I wanted to say, sister, I have you beat in that category tonight.

Instead I said, That might be the result of the sleeping pills.

She said goodnight, and I wished her a good time at the play she is seeing tomorrow night.

I heard her catch her breath. She came back with, Good memory. Wow. Thanks.

Can you believe after a phone call like that, I can actually say I was smooth. Me neither.