Fast forward to now. I get a phone call, number unknown. I pick up and the following conversation ensues...
Caller: Hi, do you know who this is?
Me: Nope, what can I do for you?
Caller: This is Angel (in thick brazilian accent)
Me: (Now realizing this is the elusive guy to whom I dated over two years ago!) Well, hello.
Angel: How are you?
Me: Um, great actually. I am glad to hear you are not dead.
Angel: Yeah, still alive. Are you dating anyone? (I am cracking up at the gumption of this dude!)
Me: Yes
Angel: Can I date you as well? (I AM DYING!!)
Me: Nope.
Angel: Well keep my number in case you want to. (CAN YOU HANDLE THIS!!)
Me: So where are you these days?
Angel: Provo
Me: Have you been in Provo for the last two years?
Angel: Yes. I am sorry I just left. I was scared.
Me: Did you move to Provo one afternoon because you were scared?
Angel: Yes
Me: Next time you are scared, just talk to the girl.
Angel: Okay, I will.
Me: Well, I am glad you are not dead. I have to go now.
Angel: Okay, goodbye.
Me: *click*
SERIOUSLY?!
Scared? We weren't even having dinner with my parents. We were just going on a regular, low key date. One we had had on more than a dozen occasions over a couple of months. Should I be paranoid that I have the power to scare the living crap out of a guy that causes him to move cities in a single afternoon? Trying to shake off the complexes I should have from dating. But, seriously folks.
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