My sister asked me to call my dad to test out the new Bluetooth (my dad’s a Bluetool :B) and so I did. Only, some man answered the phone! And not my sister! So I hung up.
And then I realized I had called my old friend Danny, whom I met on some insane mountain trip five years ago. I remember I had wandered into that gym up on the mountains with snow seeping into my socks and squishing my way around, nauseous as hell, and lost because my bus buddy was separated from me. After wandering over to a corner after following the worst set of directions to where my group would be, Danny (decked out in his white chain collar, crazy hair, and thick emo glasses) turned around, smiled, and said “hi”.
Does he even remember me? Why do I have his number? @__@ Why is “Danny” so close to “Daddy”?
And then I called back, since I didn’t want to be rude.
Most. awkward. conversation. ever.
What do you say to a guy you haven’t talked to in five years?
Well, in true Karen fashion, I rambled on about the mix up and after that it was “So . . . Um. This is awkward.”
oh man that’s funny. I’m amazed that you called back. Did he remember you? What did he say? Remember, it’s only awkward if you let it be though I imagine I’d be as awkward as hell if that were me. :P