People rarely call me. When my home phone rings it's either parents or granny or the nicest people from marketing research centers. And my mobile is for texts or quickies before meetings.
I had different phone conversations so far. I heard a person falling asleep and heard his breath on the other end of the line. I cried over the conversation and after it, too. I got phone calls that made me very very happy.
I am still very nervous talking over the phone, it makes me all jumpy and hectic - especially when I am surprised by the call. I almost never sit when talking, prefer to wander around the flat restlessly, coming to the window and turning around and coming back again.
So today it was like "Hey, it's easier to talk than to write, right?". Oh, err, right. But still that was one hilarious phone call from a guy I barely know. I could not stop laughing for a while, too. Maybe that was whiskey (there is no better medicine for my cold than whiskey with hot water), maybe that was just what it was. Sometimes life is fun and simple.
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