Today is my Irishman’s birthday. We’ve not heard each others’ voice since that magical night we met in October; the affection has been sustained solely via texting on FB. So last night I went out a bought a calling card, and called him this morning.
Called again. No answer.
Then the phone rang and it was him. Let me interject here: He didn’t know it was me. I’d got his number of FB, but mine isn’t hanging out there for the whole world to see, so he didn’t know who he was calling, only that he’d missed a few calls from this number.
I told him it was me, and he didn’t believe me. Thought it was a friend pulling a prank! OMG, it was awful. We talked for a minute and a half and then said goodbye.
Certainly NOT the conversation I was anticipating!
A few hours passed and he called me back. We talked… and talked… and talked… and talked. Turns out this morning I had shocked him beyond belief and he didn’t know what to do with himself and then after we hung up he spent a few hours kicking himself for being so lame on the phone. Couldn’t believe I had really called him. So then he worked up his courage and called me back.
How is this happening? It looks now like he may be meeting me in Amsterdam this summer when I go on vacation. I’m so happy. And… happy!
As before, I have absolutely no idea where this is going or how it’s going to get there. But here I am, and this is my life, and I’m going to embrace it.
And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. -Anais Nin, writer (1903-1977)