So.  I’m being set up with this guy (who is 34 and apparently looks like Ben Affleck) on one of my first real dates in a long, long time.  I asked the friend who’s setting me up to NOT TELL HIM ANYTHING ABOUT ME.  Including, but not limited to, my last name and my profession of choice.

Just think! An old-fashioned first date where two people make first impressions based on … their actual first impressions!  Crazy!!

Anyway, he called last evening, left a message, and I wrote down his number on my To Do list to return sometime today.  I also had to ring a reporter, whose number I wrote down as well.

Since calling men I don’t know makes me nervous, I was going to phone him while I was walking Lilly in about 20 minutes (doing something while I’m talking calms me down a little bit).

Anyway, guess who just dialed the wrong number and totally panicked when it was THE GUY instead?

Thank god his VM answered - but even still, I ended up listing like, exactly what I was doing for the next seven hours, highlighting opportunities for him to call back.  Not terribly smooth.

UGHHH!

Btw, how long do you think I can go without telling him my last name or what I do?  I never want him to read this blog.  Or even know it exists.  But I also refuse to lie.

Hmmmm.