The One When Amy Meets Someone

Naturally, it is just my luck.

In past posts, there have been documented various incidents of unwanted male attention. Whether it be ridiculous pick-up lines or crazy-intense relationship behavior after one dinner, most of the romantic humor in recent months has focused primarily on the excessive interest from others when there is a lack of interest on my part.

But as it seemed the tides had turned, I have naturally fallen upon my face and mucked it all up. And its all because of my phone. Or more specifically, my failure to know how to use my phone.

So, I was recently out and about with 2 friends when a young man approached and asked to join us. Despite making him feel most unwelcome by the 'What are you, some kind of weirdo?' look on my face, he joined our table. It soon became clear (even to the completely oblivious me) that he had come over and joined us due to some level of interest in me. And while in a bar or other night spot this might be normal, the restaurant we happended to be in was not a place where I would typically imagine this type of scenario. This, in my mind, confirmed the fact that he was indeed, some kind of weirdo.

Despite feeling for the first ten minutes as if I was grasping at straws to avoid the inevitable awkward pause in conversation - all the while in the back of my mind wondering 'what in the world is going on here?' - I soon began to realize I was enjoying this newcomer's company. Could it be that a non-clingy, respectable, employed, polite, charming (and might I add, in the words of my dear friend, 'steamy hot') young man had actually found his way over to sit beside me? It appeared to be true.

And so, on the off chance that this man was not going to use a ridiculous pick-up line or start emailing me every five minutes like some others I have known, arrangements were made for another evening out. And might I say, the second evening out was even more delightful than the first - in part, I'm sure, because there were no stifled giggles and knowing looks from friends on this second outing.

But before you begin to think that this may be the end to hilarity and the beginning of a sappy blog, pathetically documenting a cheesy romance, I assure you that I have completely screwed up all hope for that.

I admit to being slightly over-protective of myself. So I am of the variety that does not initially give out my phone number. However, I will gladly accept the phone numbers of others, most of which will be deleted immediately after walking away. But in this case, I fully intended to use this number I was given to make more fun plans in the coming days.

Oh, if only I knew how to use my phone.

A word of advice to you: If you by chance meet someone whom you would like to stay in contact with, and you get a phone number from them and add it to your contact list in your cell phone...BE SURE YOU PRESS 'SAVE' BEFORE YOU PUT YOUR PHONE AWAY.

I would now like to apologize to the very nice young man who is now thinking that I am a cold-hearted bitch who said she would call but never did. I really would have, but I am an idiot, and I lost your phone number. Really.