pompeii
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Joined: 1/4/2007 From: Silicon Valley, San Jose, California Status: offline
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The first time I phoned a girl I liked, I was so nervous beforehand that I wrote down questions to ask just in case the conversation stalled. I remember one of them even to this day ("do you have a dog; what's his/her name?") ... In those days, boys barely used a phone ... it was all land-line, pre caller-id, so, the hardest part (or so I thought) was handling the initial screening by whomever (heaven forbid or Mom or Dad) picked up the phone and yelled to the house, in general "Judy, it's a boy!". In the end, the phone call turned out to be easy, and long, and relaxed (except for the beginning heavy breathing). I ducked behind my parent's bar, covered myself with a blanket so my nosy sisters wouldn't succeed in spying on me, and, with my sheet of pregnant pause killers in hand, I called (half hoping nobody would pick up and I could then say, the next day, that I had called but nobody answered (in those days, there were no answering machines). It is nice when you overcome your fears.
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