something random happened to me today. it's the kind if bullshit you hear about on oprah and such.
i'm on the phone calling rockefeller center (RFC) to find out about some restaurant by the rink. the plan was to make reservations for my birthday this weekend.
i ended up dialing an investment banking firm at the RFC. And this guy answers the phone...
ME: hi i'm calling about a restaurant called american festival cafe...
GUY: um.. this is an investment bank.. i can give the number to the lobby.
ME: oh ok.. thanks..
GUY: are you sure you old enough to make reservations?..
ME: (sarcastically) um.. i think so..
he gives me the number.. and i hang up and dial again... i'm very confused by now..
i hear a deep voice say "rockefeller center".. and i precede to ask about the restaurant.
GUY: did you press redial?
ME: no.. i didn't.. maybe the lines are crossed.. i mean i'm just dialing what i hear..
-he gives me the phone number again, and i realized i fucked up by one digit.
ME: i feel like an ass now..
GUY: no no... see if i knew you i'd make fun of you..
ME: you ARE making fun of me!
GUY: no.. i'm making fun WITH you..
and there's laughing involved...
GUY: are you sure you're not too young to make reservations.. because you sound like you're 12?
-i've been plagued by this 'young' thing forever. i sound young, i look young. sound like i'm 12.. look like i'm 16.
ME: i am very much of age. um.. i'm 23.. i'm trying to make reservations for my birthday this weekend.
GUY: hey! my birthday is this weekend too!
-by now i'm thinking he's shitting me.. who does this guy think he is??
GUY: when's your birthday?
ME: the 15th.
GUY: mine's the 18th.
-the whole discussion continues until i'm put on hold. i contemplated hanging up. thinking to myself, "this guy's trying to be smooth by letting me hang up so he doesn't have to be rude... i wonder what would happen if i stay on the line?.."
and he came back, "you're still there!.. i thought you would've hung up.."
i said, "i thought about it.."
to cut to the chase.. i ended staying on the phone for half an hour with a random stranger that i accidentally dialed.
his name is nick.
he works as some kind of tech support for the bankers. (if he fucks up, everything goes down).
he went to school out here on the island.
he will be 26 on tuesday.
he lives in brooklyn. right over the bridge.
he's afraid that if he throws himself a birthday party, not only is it too last minute, but the carpet might get ruined.
he thought i was funny.
especially when i told him to throw tarp over the carpet in the apartment.. and make it into a big ol' slip 'n' slide.
he asked what my birthday plans were.. it's going to be in the city, but what we're doing is up in air.
he kindly suggested places.
in the end we exhanged email addresses. i told him i'd email him if i was going to be in the city for sure on saturday, and we can have a big ol' party!
and he said i can call him anytime..
.....................
he emailed... this very evening.. and i wrote back. asking all kinds of questions.
favorite color? favorite food? ever been arrested? any kids? when did he learn to ride a bike?
those sorts of things..
.......................
am i crazy to even consider this? people actually meet like this, though. i heard about it before. on talk shows, for crapsakes!
i wonder if he's cute... he seems nice. but what the hell do i know.. it's just some random stranger i started conversing with.
hmmm...
i keep giggling everytime i think about it.
should i do it?
what do you people think?
11:32 p.m. - 2001-12-10
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