Hanging on the Telephone

Shy Boy Sean is my new Internet friend.

I emailed him my phone number over a week ago. He replied by emailing me his. I think it was an attempt to get me to make the first call because he is, like the name I gave him implies, a shy boy.

But I refuse.

I will do many things, but I refuse, REFUSE, to call a boy first. There are certain unwritten rules and one of them is that the boy calls first.

So Shy Boy doesn't call. And he doesn't call some more. So I think, "He's not shy...he's interested in someone else." But then, as if the universe was screaming NOOOOOOOOO...I get an email from him stating how sorry he was he hadn't called, that he's been working a whole lot and that he's still very interested in talking and getting together.

It's important to note, at this point in my tale, that my phone is never more than a little stretch away from me.

So last night I am cozying up with the laptop in bed when the little dog opens her eyes and looks at me as if to say, "I gotta tinkle." I take her out for no more than two minutes. I come in, surf the Net a bit more and around 11 p.m. I open my phone to set the alarm for this morning.

What's this? A voicemail?

I dial into voicemail and there he is. Shy Boy Sean. I missed him. And the poor kid sounded so nervous.

Timing. It's all about timing.

My blog title is Hanging on the Telephone by Blondie.