Last Friday night I got the nerve up and called the girl’s house….and immediately hung up when the answering machine came on. “Why did you do that?” My sister asked. “Answering machine.” I replied. “No…you want to leave the message–that way you can give them the details without having to talk directly with them…” she suggested. “I need more courage” I said and then set the phone down. Ten minutes later, courage back; I called and again the answering machine picked up the call. Taking my sister’s advice I left a message which sounded something like this… “Hi This is Marsha, my son, the boy and your girl eat lunch everyday and he has invited…” and then all the words in my mouth seemed like they were attached with no breaks or pauses allowed…
‘hertogobirdingwithusonmaytenthprobablyfromaroundninethirtyamuntilaboutfiveandwe’llgetsomethingtoeatduringthat timeperiodsoallIneedisyourstreetaddresssoIcanlocatedyourproperty.(took a quick breath) SotorepeatMaytenthninethirtyamIfyouwouldliketocallhereismynumber….”
As I hung up the phone I glanced over at my sister who had a funny smile on her face. “What?” I asked. “You said everything so fast…the womam will have to replay that message ten times to figure out what you just said to her…” She explained. Lowering my head I mocked cried and said, “It’s not easy asking a girl out on a non date!”
Two days later the girl’s mom called me back. Not wanting the boy to see me talk about the “non-date” I darted into the basement which afforded me a little more privacy and an opportunity to explain-in clearer detail where we would be going and what we would be doing. Her mom seemed a bit nervous too…spilling what her daughter’s family nick-name was. “You can call her that if you want…” She informed. I replied “Okay” though not really wanting to. After imparting all the necessary information she gave me directions to their home and we hung up. As I entered the kitchen, I raised my arms in a V and pumped them up in down in victory over climbing this hurdle. My astute husband, witnessing my histrionics asked, “What’s that all about?” Excited I closed the kitchen door and just above a whisper said, “The boy has a non date!!” and then nervously chuckled. “Oh brother…” my husband replied as I smiled, relishing my little accomplishment.
“Boy…did your friend tell you I talked with her mother about our birding expedition?” I asked trying to be coy. “Yes, yes she did”. He replied. “Her Mom sounded very nice…and said she has her own binoculars to bring.” I added. The doll, overhearing our conversation added, “I’ll bet she’ll find it the most boring time of all…” to which the boy responded, “No actually, she’s very much looking forward to going, which is a little unnerving for me…” Trying not to embarrass him further I added, “Oh and doll, if you want to beg off and see if you can hang with one of your friends, you’re more than welcome too…” “Nah, I’m actually looking forward to going and maybe seeing an owl…” she replied but then winked and smiled at me.
Hmmm….I wonder if the owl in question is actually of the aviary kind or “non date” friend of the boy’s? May tenth is certainly going to be interesting-if nothing else.