Call on Me

I'm pleased to tell you that Whitesnake has asked for my phone number. Which, yes, is exciting. Of course I like to speak to guys before I meet them in person to learn a little bit more about them and make sure they don't sound like Mickey Mouse. But there's something scary about that first phone call. It's like, hey, I know what you look like and have emailed with you for a few days now, and have a small schoolgirl crush on you, but now we're really interacting. I can't hide behind my big, safe computer monitor.

I guess if it goes really bad I can just hang up on him. Like the time I called the man of my 5th-grade-dreams and talked to him for 20 minutes but refused to tell him who I was, and when he had it narrowed down to me or this brace-face in my grade, I said, "I'll never tell!" and hung up. 5 seconds later he called back and I answered (pre-caller ID) and he said, "I knew it was you!" so I gracefully hung up the phone and never spoke to him again.

Hopefully it goes a little better than that.