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More Phone-Less Adventures in Dating
More Phone-Less Adventures in Dating The flip side of us not already having our cell phones implanted in our necks is that I continue to leave my phone at home when I am, for example, at IHOP waiting for my date to arrive, and I belatedly realized my phone is not in my pocket. I tried calling and texting her from a phone borrowed from the super nice couple in the next booth. I tried calling Dad and asking if he'd look for my phone and see if there were any missed calls or messages, which was sort of like asking your cat to drive to the Walgreens and pick up your prescription, only more pointless and frustrating (Dad, for example, can not recognize a cell phone when he sees it, which is doubly annoying since it is HIS CELL PHONE, but I digress, it's not Dad's fault he's ninety- now). So I decided I need to run home and look formy cell phone myself (it's the third one from the left, Dad, the one that looks least like a remote), and find this text from my date: "So Professor I guess um im leaving I've called then i still walked to the door and looked from one side to the other did not see you now I text" What am I, FUCKING INVISIBLE? Of course her phone kept going straight to voicemail for hours because the charger died, but we've since talked it out and plan to do something tomorrow. For sure. "Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year." - Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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