Finally, I decided that it couldn't hurt to try.Finally, I decided that it couldn't hurt to try. Hell, if she was strong enough to leave a message, I was strong enough to reply. I got home from work and dialed the number to leave a message. "Hi, my name is Jeff. I listened to your voice ad. It's pretty uncanny, but you basically described me. All you lacked was my name. A little about myself: I'm 5'11", 170 pounds. I have dark brown hair and green eyes. My favorite activities are sports. I play just about every one there is. My favorites are tennis, football, and skiing. I played football for the University of Michigan for two years before I had to quit due to an injury. I also really like to watch movies, both at home and in a cinema." I then told her about the saying my friends had about me at college. Finally, I left my phone number in case she was interested. Nothing happened for two weeks. I wondered what was going on, and toyed with leaving another message. But I thought better and even started to curse myself for leaving the message in the first place. I walked into my apartment and saw that there was a message on my answering machine. I put my briefcase down on the counter, fixed myself a sandwich, and listened to the message while eating the sandwich. It was her. Pam. She had been out of the country on a business trip and so she wasn't able to check and answer her messages. She apologized profusely. She then indicated that she was interested in meeting me. She left her number and requested that I return her call. After the answering machine shut off, I wasted no time. The sandwich in my hand, long forgotten, dropped to the floor immediately as both hands reached for the phone. |