Rest assured a Halloween-themed blog entry will be forthcoming. But this isn't it.

Vynce says that people think that his girlfriend (Megan) and I are often mistaken for taller because we're confident women. This is pretty much true, since I know for a fact that I usually seem to have an air of "I know what I'm doing" about me. Put a phone in my hand, though, and I fall to pieces. I think I know how superman feels about Kryptonite.

I get nervous calling guys. And potential employers. And anyone who might have to share a phoneline with family or roommates... pretty much any call that isn't to a business or my workplace is nerve-wracking. So much so that when I've been job seeking in the past I've been extremely reluctant to respond to any ad that had a phone number instead of a mailing address. You have to admit that's pretty bad.

The funny thing is, I have no idea why. Maybe I missed out a lot by not being the type of teenager who talked to friends a lot on the phone. I must have missed something, though, because I don't feel the casual ease around phones that most people seem to. I one hundred times prefer to e-mail people, but some people don't have e-mail, shocking as that is. (Vynce "but even homeless people have e-mail!")

So it seems incredible that I found the nerve to call Guy Three today and leave a message for him since he's one of those rare people who isn't online more than once in a blue moon. My hands shook dialing, but my voice didn't speaking, so that's a plus. (I found out yesterday that he's not on the list for either project starting next week, so I have no idea what his mom was talking about). I didn't babble, just wished him a happy Halloween and asked if he found another job, and said goodbye after saying I'd like to hear from him. This time I even remembered to leave my number.

Well, the ball's now firmly in his court. Let it be said that for once I didn't give up too soon on a friendship (or whatever) due to phone-related cowardice, huh?