The Phone

Ugh, I hate the phone. Everyone in the house knows it, I know it. I need to get more comfortable with it, which means I need to call more. Which I am not looking forward to.

Brad just made me mass text all my girls. I called each respondent back, got one date on Sunday, one meet-up tonight, and a “I’ll call you tomorrow to set up plans”. I’m still a mess.

According to Brad, he’s seen it all. But he hasn’t seen such phone anxiety before. So, guinea pig! Now I need to find girls to talk to regularly. Not necessarily girls who want to meet up, just girls to talk to, who like to talk. That should get me over my anxiety a little.