I got a call around 10pm the other night. It was from a number I didn’t know so I didn’t answer it. Then the number called again- I figured it must be someone I knew so I answered it. A groggy voice asked for Laura.
"You have the wrong number," I politely said and hung up.
A few minutes later the number called again. I answered it and this time the man said, “Hi Shannon?”
"Yes?"
"This is Mike from the other night."
"Ummm…"
"From Matties, you gave me your number."
Flash forward two weeks earlier.
A friend of mine and I went to a local bar to grab a couple drinks. Hindsight makes us believe that we were drugged because the amount we had to drink does not account for the lack of memory and stupid things we did that night.
I do remember that a male friend of mine thought it would be funny to try to set me up with “sketchy old guy.” Sidenote: I think I need better friends. So he kept trying to get me and this guy to talk. The guy handed me his business card and my gut reaction made me tell him that that is NOT the way to pick up a girl. He should put forth the effort to get the girl’s number. This was all in good fun and I thought I made it apparent that there was no connection between the two of us.
But karma came around and I got a call.
Sadly, I couldn’t tell if he was drunk or just slow on the phone. He was slightly slurry and incoherent. However, because of my complete lack of being able to be direct and slightly harsh with people, we proceeded to have a 20 minute conversation. To get out of it I made up a fake meeting in the morning and also a fake boyfriend.
