An unprecedented event has occurred:
The random from Friday night called me. I kid you not.
The random even has a name- Dwayne, apparently. I find the Alberta-esque asthetic of the name kind of appealing.
"So, were you calling for any particular reason?" I asked him after we made some small chit-chat. I don't like to talk on the phone except with a select few people. Dwayne is not one of those select few people, and I have a nasty cold right now.
"Well, uh. . ." the random seemed confused. "Well, uh, you're sick?" I was already annoyed.
"Yes, yes I am."
"Oh, well, what are you doing this weekend?"
"Not too much."
"Oh." Silence. Seriously, did this guy not plan out what he was going to say before he called me? Was he conversationally challenged? Was this not the perfect segway to ask me out on a date? Or was he just calling to prove me wrong?
I broke the silence, "Did you have something in mind?"
"Uh, not really. Drinks, I guess? Or is this just an outright no?"
Ummm, well, you would actually have to ask me a question for me to give an outright no. "So, you didn't have a plan then?"
"No. I'm a 'fly by the seat of your pants' kind of guy."
"Well, do me a favour. How about you give me a call on Thursday?" Quite frankly, this is the middle of term paper season and the lack of a location, activity, date or time doesn't quite work into my schedule.
"Wait! Do you want me to actually have something planned?"
"I'll talk to you on Thursday. Bye."
I need to start preparing my A-list material now. I want to make this guy feel as awkward as possible. When I was living in Edmonton, I used to make new boys in my life play with my iguana just to see how they'd react. Right now though, that's obviously not an option. Maybe introducing my roomates is the next best thing?