Today at work I received a phone call from a local number. Assuming it was a contractor or a vendor I absent mindedly answered the call.
"Hello, this is Crigger."
"Hi, this is John."
"Oh, hi John." I say remembering I had emailed John, one of my contractors this morning. "Did you get the email I sent about the... blah blah work thing that you guys don't care about."
"Ummm... I think you have me confused with someone. This is Jon from OKCupid. I was just calling to see when you were free so we could go out."
"OH!! Right! Right!" I say as I realize I have NO IDEA who this guy actually is. Awkward. Very Awkward.
"Are you free tomorrow?"
"Actually I am. That's works well because that is the only day I am free over the next week." Now you are probably curious why I agreed to go out with someone who I have no memory of. Well, I kind of am too. But I figure I liked him enough to give him my number so... Can't say no now.
"Great! How about meeting at ___?" He says some place with a name I can't understand over the roar of the cafeteria, which is where I happen to be having a meeting. A meeting during which I wouldn't normally answer my phone to schedule a date.
"Sure! Sounds great!" I say. "How about 8:30 or so?" That way I can get in a run and a yoga class so my evening won't be a total waste if you turn out to be knob.
"See you then!"
"Bye."
So to recap;
Oh, Crigger... You are probably thinking. But not to worry, I have a plan. I'll just text him and ask him to text me the address. And then I'll be a few minutes late so hopefully he is already there, will spot me first, and flag me down."Hello, this is Crigger."
"Hi, this is John."
"Oh, hi John." I say remembering I had emailed John, one of my contractors this morning. "Did you get the email I sent about the... blah blah work thing that you guys don't care about."
"Ummm... I think you have me confused with someone. This is Jon from OKCupid. I was just calling to see when you were free so we could go out."
"OH!! Right! Right!" I say as I realize I have NO IDEA who this guy actually is. Awkward. Very Awkward.
"Are you free tomorrow?"
"Actually I am. That's works well because that is the only day I am free over the next week." Now you are probably curious why I agreed to go out with someone who I have no memory of. Well, I kind of am too. But I figure I liked him enough to give him my number so... Can't say no now.
"Great! How about meeting at ___?" He says some place with a name I can't understand over the roar of the cafeteria, which is where I happen to be having a meeting. A meeting during which I wouldn't normally answer my phone to schedule a date.
"Sure! Sounds great!" I say. "How about 8:30 or so?" That way I can get in a run and a yoga class so my evening won't be a total waste if you turn out to be knob.
"See you then!"
"Bye."
So to recap;
- I don't know who this person is.
- I don't know where we are going.
- But I do know the time!
- And his phone number.
Oh, or maybe I should go earlier so he has to find me. That might be a better plan. The place we are meeting is probably dimly lit... And he does have a very common name. There is at least three Johns every where you go these days. I might end up on a date with the wrong John.
Oh, brother. This should be interesting.
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