I have finally made a true, lifelong friend in Memphis. She is the graphic design intern. She applied for the media relations internship, mostly so she could tell me what I was doing wrong, but I didn't hire her. (Ha!) So she hated me before even meeting me, but then her boss set us up on a movie date, and the rest is history.
She actually watched the UNC national championship game with me, in my apartment living room, and jumped up and down with me in front of my tiny TV when the Tar Heels won, even though she is an Iowa Hawkeye.
So, we are hanging out again the next night, drinking and talking about unrequited lust and love. Then we get to talking about "the Leffer" as we call her favorite (Iowa) PR guy, and I say he has a head like an alien, but he had a nice voice, and who am I to judge on liking anyone anyway? She says I shouldn't talk about his weirdly shaped head, and to get back at me, she picks up my phone like she's going to call NSG. I don't stop her. He doesn't answer. She leaves a message, something like, "NSG...so that's your name. I just found this number on a napkin, in my purse, and I thought I'd call it to see who it was. Anyway, my name's Sarah, and I'd love to hear back from you if you want to call me."
I drink some more and try to decide if I want him to call her back or not. The "yes because I want to hear his voice" is winning when he calls back at midnight. He doesn't know how she could have gotten his number. He doesn't remember giving it out on a napkin. He keeps saying, "This is so weird!" Sarah says that she was recently in California and Arizona with a friend. He says, "Peoria? Were you in Peoria? I was in Peoria." She says she thinks so, yeah, they went to a Padres game. He says it has to be Duffy's then, because that's the only place he met girls -- and he gave his number to a couple of girls who wanted tickets, but that's it. Sarah says that it might have been that -- she'll have to ask her friend -- because she remembers they went to the Fox and Hound.
NSG says, "This is so weird!" He says he was out with some colleagues when she left the message. She asks if one of them might have put his number in her purse. He says he doesn't know. Then he says he recently got a job with [his new team] and he's just got into town and he's actually living in a hotel right now. She says she wondered what he did because his voicemail message says "you have the reached the voice mail of my personal cell phone," so she wondered if it was weird. He says that's sort of an inside joke with his nieces and nephews and so there's a story behind it. (Didn't know that.) He asks what she looks like. She says she's hot -- and does he usually give out his number to girls he can't remember? He says no. She asks what he looks like. He says, "I don't know." Ha. She makes fun of him. He says, "So you're from Iowa?" I don't remember her telling him that, and I am afraid he's figured it out, but she says she lives in the Twin Cities, just doing temp work, but she's from Des Moines originally. He asks what time it is, which is midnight, and then says he's called too late, but she says he didn't. Then he says he is actually going to go to bed, and "this is so weird!"
As soon as she hangs up, Sarah says, "Oh my God, I understand now. His voice is SO HOT!" Yeah, I know.
