Little Miss Runner Pants

i'm not sure exactly who or what it is that took over my body at about 1:20 this afternoon.. but in a move quite unlike myself...

i picked up the phone... dialed a number and...

called a boy.

and i don't ever call a boy.

i'm pretty sure all of you can remember why.

*sigh*

yeah. um. i don't exactly have the best track record with phones.

........ or messages.

......................or boys.

this time though?! --- no different.

in a sad and really sort of pathetic attempt to play it cool, while leaving a message for Soccer Boy on his cell, i went into a horrifying story about how i'd left my phone at home.

"... anyway. so.. yeah. that's why you don't recognize the number. in case you're um......

... um ---- !!?!?!"

:: really ackwardly long silence ::

:: wild maniacal outburst of laughter ::

suddenly, in a classic AJ move, my mind went completely blank. i knew, i knew there was a word. i knew deep down in my soul, and i even knew it started with an S.. but in that really all important moment of finishing my sentence...

i went blank.

".. that um... that thing where you look at numbers!!?! you know what i??..."

INCASE YOU WERE SCANNING YOUR PHONE!!!!"

omg why am i yelling?! what am i DOING --- thats not even the right word!!!!

.... and just like that, my "play it cool"-ness went right out the window.

scanning numbers? --- not so much what i meant to say.

yell like a mental patient playing jeopardy into the phone?! --- not so much what i was going for.

but.. again.

phones, messages and me?!

don't so much mix.

quickly there after i obviously ended the message and slumped down in my chair completely defeated.

shockingly soccer boy called back, and the first word out of his mouth?

"screening"

"i.. um. what?"

"i think you meant screening. not scanning."

shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
"uhh. oh, right!

:: nervous laughter :: please god think it was funny...

"yeah. screening. that's what i meant!"

as soon as i started laughing about it though.. so did he. somehow he found the whole thing to be riotous and while he admitted..

"i thought you were kidding at first. but then there was such a long pause, i started to wonder if you'd forgotten that you were on the phone, and i realized it wasn't a joke.

you really were confused."

(ha. um... *ahem*... yeah.)

i did my best to play it off, and somehow managed to continue the rest of the conversation in that of a fully functioning member-of-society kind of way.

phew!!

now though, of course, comes the hard part...

we're having drinks tonight, and... i don't know what to wear.

thankfully though, i have several hours to contemplate this not-all-that-important-but-DAMN-am-i-going-to-obsess-over-it decision.

and hopefully with that kind of time, i'll leave the house fully clothed.

because at this point, right now?

thats almost all i can hope for!