On Sunday I had a first date lined up with a guy from eHarmony. When I arrived at my date location, I was a little early so I sat in my car and fiddled on my phone for a bit. It was about five minutes until my date when my phone rang. I took a quick glance at the caller ID and answered.
Zia: Hello?
Bill: Hi Zia, it’s Bill from eHarmony.
I wanted to say, “Where are you?” Some forces from the great beyond kept me from opening my mouth. Instead I went with…
Zia: Oh, hi.
Bill: How’s your Sunday going?
Zia: (hesitant, drawn out) Gooood. And yours?
Zia’s Thoughts: Oh man, is he chickening out or calling to cancel? I’ve already driven thirty minutes to meet him.
Bill: Good. It’s nice to finally get a chance to talk.
Zia: (another drawn out response) Yeah…
Zia’s Thought’s: ??? We’re supposed to have lunch, not talk.
Bill: Figured I’d call now since I have to go into work later for some more overtime.
Zia’s Thought’s: Overtime!? Oh crap!
Pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at the caller ID again. I was talking to Bill from LA not Bill from the OC. Orange County was lunch today and Los Angeles was phone call. This was the precise reason why I programmed their city after their shared name – so I would know who was who. Would help if I remembered to read that important information. Smooth Zia, smooth.
Once I got my head around who I was talking to, I kept checking my phone for a text from the Bill I was supposed to be meeting. Then, as I was chatting with Bill 1, Bill 2 sent his “arrival” text. While still chatting with Bill 1, I sent a reply text to Bill 2 telling him I’d be right in. Told Bill 1 I was out running around (not a lie) and asked if I could call him back later. Hung up and entered the restaurant a little flushed. Ugh, the situations I find myself in.
I then continued my date with Bill 2. But more on that later…