Friday, November 15, 2013

So it went like this....

Last night, I called the guy from Hershey. Around 8:50, I thought I should call now. Then I played a little Candy Crush. Then I got nervous. Then I got more nervous. It was 9:30, I was out of lives on Candy Crush and my palms were clammy. I just dialed to get it over with. Maybe I would get to leave a message and be off the hook. The little voices of doubt were chanting in my head. maybe he was being nice and didn't want to talk to me.

He answered. He shouted a hello and sounded excited. (Hush, you evil voices of doubt.) He was on his way to Columbus for a friend's birthday. They planned a spa day (for guys- i love that). And he's driving back to PA tonight for his son's birthday party tomorrow. We talked for half an hour. Well, it felt like I talked for half an hour. He asks a lot of questions and had me talking about work (including child abuse and mental illness?) and Pampered Chef, as well as the usual 'what did you do this week'. We talked a bit about what we each had planned for the weekend. He said he'd call later in the weekend or early next week.

The one part of his day that he shared had me raise an eyebrow. He told me about two separate people who asked him for money. One was a cousin he hadn't been in touch with for 7 or 8 years. He hadn't called him back yet and wasn't sure why he would be asking for $3000. The other was a women he met on Match.com. They had stayed in touch and I guess they were on friendly terms. She asked him for $500. And he gave it to her. His defense was that she said she'd return it by the weekend. How weird is that? I was so stunned that I missed my opportunity to say, "well, now that you mention it, I was calling to ask for money". I would hedge my bet on never seeing that money again.

We also talked about cookware. Yes, pots and pans. Apparently, he lost custody of any cookware when he split from his ex. He has one skillet. He has used it for eggs, oatmeal and spaghetti. Boiling spaghetti in a skillet almost makes my brain hurt. Obviously, he eats out a lot. If nothing else, I might just get a good Pampered Chef sale out of this.

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