April 17th, 2012
I wish I had kept a better journal... but I always knew this would happen. All my failed relationships of the past, I have a day by day, play by play of the rise, the climax, and the fall. Now that I have a relationship that I should remember for the rest of my life.... I was way too into it to spend hours pouring my thoughts, emotions, and details into a journal... So everything has to go from memory.
All I can remember was looking at one missed call from a random number and a voicemail and thinking, "Great, now I'm going to have to call this guy back." I hate the phone. I get major anxiety calling anyone besides my mother, oh and Joanie. So I remember I was in my room sitting on my bed listening to the phone ring thinking, "What in the world am I going to talk to this guy about?" I stalked his Facebook page and honestly... it didn't seem too promising. We had nothing in common.
I wish I remember the details of the conversation on the phone. All I remember is looking around my room and it was perfectly clean and down at the phone and in complete shock realized we had just talked for 57 minutes. I remember a distinct feeling of embarrassment about that length of time. Usually I am very conscious of the time so I reviewed the conversation quickly in my head to make sure I didn't do any of my possible deal breaker tendencies. Politics.... no. Homeschooling... no. Talk too much... no. I was shocked. I had just had an honest to goodness enjoyable conversation with some random guy on the phone... for an hour! He had scheduled a date for 2 days later and although I didn't want to admit it. I was excited.