Day 172 ~ The Ball is in the Court

June 21, 2014

My instead: With no other communication beforehand (like texting, emails, Facebook, Match.com.), I called someone to ask out for a date. 

My friend Maureen had met Ann via Match.com several months earlier. It didn’t work out as a romantic thing for them, but a new friendship nonetheless was born. As Maureen told me more and more about Ann, I began to arrive at the possibility that this person may be a good match for me!  

Throughout the last few months, Maureen has shared tidbits of Ann with me as I became more intrigued. I kept my interest about Ann on the down low though, if you can believe that. But then, little by little, I would make a “wonder if” comment to Maureen. I think she got the hint because she finally posed the possibility to Ann about meeting me. Surprisingly, Ann was open to it!  

Okay, now I have Ann's phone number. Freaking out! I don’t do this! I don’t ask people out like ever! And this would be a “cold call” with no prior communication like texting, emails, Facebook, Match.com. Who does this? No one just picks up the phone to call and ask someone out, especially not me! When it comes to this kind of thing, my self-esteem has left the building. I kept texting Maureen and calling her to explore my apprehension and retrieve some semblance of confidence.  

With stomach churning, I dialed Ann’s number. No answer…go figure. I had a bet with Maureen that Ann would not answer in order to get a voicemail to hear me and my message. I left what I deemed to be a clever message, but that judgment could really only be made from the other end. Anyway, the deed was done.

A couple of hours later, a phone call came in with a number that looked all too familiar to me. It was Ann. I answered and we talked...for an hour. The conversation bloomed and felt like a friendship from another life had been renewed. We were so open to sharing ourselves, either by answering questions or simply volunteering information. It was just what I love to do…talk candidly. 

Each of us had things to do so we signed off with Ann’s promise to text or call suggesting something for us to do to finally meet. I guess I will wait for her “serve”…