Last night I finally worked up the nerve to call Hunter Parrish. Rock had told me that email or texting was bad form, and HP didn't have my phone number, so I felt I had no other choice.
Rock, I love ya, but I'm texting or emailing next time.
As I've expressed before, I'm just not good on the phone with people I don't know. That doesn't apply to work situations: I can phone-schmooze with the best of them, when the occasion calls for it, because I have a specific purpose. Even at work, however, I prefer email.
But Hunter Parrish is cute, so I sucked it up and dialed his number.
I prayed to the Flying Spaghetti Monster for voicemail, so I could leave a message with my number and leave the ball in his court. No awkwardness!
And I almost got my wish.
Four rings...
"Hello?"
Shit.
Most. Awkward. Three minutes. Of my life.
I know I keep saying "awkward" and I want to yell at myself to get a thesaurus, but there really is no other word.
Remember, I talked to this guy at a bar for ten minutes. I have no idea what his personality is like. I don't even know whether he gave me his card to get away from me (although I don't think so, generally straight guys don't give you their contact info if they don't want you contacting them).
I'll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that he is just as dorky on the phone as I am. Also, he was on his break from one of his three jobs and I think I caught him off-guard.
(That said, dude, why didn't you just screen the call? I almost always do that when I don't recognize the number, as does Rock.)
Mercifully, his break ended (at least that's what he said, and I was more than fine with that), but he said he'd call later in the week so we could set up a time to hang out.
Because he now has my number, the ball is in his court.
Honestly, his personality doesn't seem all that great--then again, we've interacted very little. I won't be heartbroken if I never hear from him again.
On the other hand, if I DO hear from him...
I'd totally hit that.
Rock, I love ya, but I'm texting or emailing next time.
As I've expressed before, I'm just not good on the phone with people I don't know. That doesn't apply to work situations: I can phone-schmooze with the best of them, when the occasion calls for it, because I have a specific purpose. Even at work, however, I prefer email.
But Hunter Parrish is cute, so I sucked it up and dialed his number.
I prayed to the Flying Spaghetti Monster for voicemail, so I could leave a message with my number and leave the ball in his court. No awkwardness!
And I almost got my wish.
Four rings...
"Hello?"
Shit.
Most. Awkward. Three minutes. Of my life.
I know I keep saying "awkward" and I want to yell at myself to get a thesaurus, but there really is no other word.
Remember, I talked to this guy at a bar for ten minutes. I have no idea what his personality is like. I don't even know whether he gave me his card to get away from me (although I don't think so, generally straight guys don't give you their contact info if they don't want you contacting them).
I'll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that he is just as dorky on the phone as I am. Also, he was on his break from one of his three jobs and I think I caught him off-guard.
(That said, dude, why didn't you just screen the call? I almost always do that when I don't recognize the number, as does Rock.)
Mercifully, his break ended (at least that's what he said, and I was more than fine with that), but he said he'd call later in the week so we could set up a time to hang out.
Because he now has my number, the ball is in his court.
Honestly, his personality doesn't seem all that great--then again, we've interacted very little. I won't be heartbroken if I never hear from him again.
On the other hand, if I DO hear from him...
I'd totally hit that.
I mean, HE LOOKS LIKE HUNTER PARRISH.
Yeah maybe texting would have been okay. Just not email.
ReplyDeleteNext time a guy gives me his phone number, he's getting a text. Period. I'm just not good on the phone.
ReplyDeleteJim Berger gave me his number, so he is getting a text. And even with him, a phone call would be different because I know him already.