so tonight i hunkered down on my couch under my flannel throw and answered the phone at around 6pm-ish...
the first phone call.
yep, i've been yapping back and forth with a fella via email for the past week-ish...
emails, witty written banter, a little flutter in my lungs that happens when i sign onto aol... wanting to hear "you've got mail" - well, that's not true, i usually have the sound turned off, so the little mailbox flag in the erect position works just as well in the hope-the-email-is-from-him-what's-he-got-to-say department.
as i said the other day, i emailed him and mistakenly had my url an tagline as the signature... so he has access to the site. once again, i have sabotaged my plan to never let potential dates see this site.
what can i say? the phone. we yapped for about an hour and a half-ish (lotta ishes) smart, funny, chatty, good. made me smile.
then i got nervous on the phone - this shuts down my vocabulary a bit - i tend to blurt out "excellent" and "lovely" and "sweet!" about a million times...
then i ramble.
but then after a little more yapping i settled down again.
it's a good feeling. a nervous feeling, that first phone conversation.
this is a step up from when i was thirteen getting my first phone call from a boy, hyperventilating and asking him to hold on a moment as i went into the bathroom to breathe into a bag...
that doesn't happen anymore...
but there is that flutter when there's a good phone call
we're meeting in person on sunday - late afternoon - for a pint...
