lives for phone calls

Cell Phone Picture #229

 I really did have to take upwards of 1000 pictures on my cell phone to get one that was finally cute enough to send to Eric so he would see what I looked like for our date the other night.  I know, you are thinking "really, that is the one she chose?" Yep.  It was the best one I took (which says a lot).  I am thinking that pictures taken in the guest bathroom are really not meant to be all that flattering. 

Picture #1

He, on the other hand, only had to take 1 picture to get a shot that looked that good.  Apparently, men who wear red are more attractive to women.  He's got it down.  

If ever the phrase waiting by the phone was applicable I think now would be the time.  

If you could talk to him on the phone, you would leave engagements early, schedule your time around a phone call and put on perfume too.  (okay, I didn't actually put on perfume).  

Maybe I've always been meant for phone calls. . . . I don't know.  I was the child growing up that made us have family home evenings solely dedicated to phone ettiqute. 

(that was on the off weeks when I wasn't insisting that we have another 'emergency drill'. I think i was a paranoid child, but back to the topic).  

I also frequently made phone calls for my siblings.  I am pretty sure I scheduled every haircut that Jim ever had, because heaven knows he wouldn't actually make the phone call.  I also broke up with Kristin's boyfriends on the phone a time or two (apparently we sound alike on the phone).  I always loved answering the phone and taking messages and such. I think it made me feel grown up. . . . . 

Well, now I am a grown up and I have been spending a lot of time on the phone and I wouldn't have it any other way.  (Well, I would like to have it another way, like I would love it if the phone calls were just to tell me he was a few minutes away from my house and coming to pick me up). 

As it stands, I love it every time he calls. . . . . and I make him call every time.  Whenever his name pops up on my phone a smile pops onto my face.  

I can talk to him for hours about anything and everything.  

I don't think he was so much a phone person, but increased the number of minutes he had on his phone plan for me.  Sweet right?!  :) 

So, while I wish that I could be with him, maybe talking on the phone isn't so bad. 

(I multitask while we talk and it is amazing how much I get done)

. . . . . and maybe, just maybe I was being prepared when I was young to be able to talk on the phone with such charm as to captivate someone as amazing as him.  

{and there is no need to suggest that we skype. . . my mom suggests it everyday (and wants to skype with us -- not happening).  I think it is weird, plus if we were skyping how would I wear my pajamas and do dishes and fold laundry and close my eyes and sort my mail and dust the piano and lay in bed while I talked to him? Not all at the same time of course, but you get the idea}