I can never bring myself to delete phone numbers from my phone book. It's partly sentimentality and it's partly just that I am a pack rat. So, naturally, I have all these random guys' phone numbers in my phone. On occasion, this causes a lot of confusion for me when I come across a random "Mike" or "Adam" or other generic name in my phone book and can't figure out who they are. But still, I never delete. Instead, I re-organized my phone book so that anyone who I've met randomly is in there as "Random - [Name]." A few are even in there as "Random - [Name of bar]." This also helps to avoid awkwardly calling the wrong person.
But it doesn't prevent it completely.
Last night, I was trying to call a friend to tell him I was running late to meet him. Unfortunately, said friend is in the middle of a phone book minefield. I have 5 guys in my phone with his name, AND he just happens to be smushed right in between 'C' and 'A'. I'm always afraid that I will accidentally call 'C' and break our collective silence, since we haven't actually spoken since December 2008. I've never worried so much about calling 'A', the guy that I went on one perfect date with before he moved to Seattle. But of course, yesterday, instead of calling my friend, I called 'A'. I didn't even realize until I got his voice mail. Two minutes later, the following text conversation ensued:
'A': Did you call me on purpose?
Me: No sorry! Too many people named [name] in my phone. Hope all is well.
'A': Ouch.
'A': Well...I was at dinner or I would've answered...
Me: That would've been hilariously awkward since I didn't even realize I called the wrong [name] until I got your voice mail!
'A': Are you going to make out with the other [name] at the [building where we made out] too?
Oh 'A'. If only you hadn't moved.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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