*Facepalm*
So, in another window, I'm halfway though my review of National Treasure, when my mom calls. Currently, she's at a conference out in Tucson for her job. She calls and starts asking me about Liev Schrieber, though she didn't know his name at first and we had to play a guessing game about that. I had absolutely no idea why she was asking me this.
It turns out that she has met this 29 year old guy from Ireland who looks like Liev Shrieber, and made me talk on the phone to him. Yes, he did have a nice accent, but he started asking me questions like, "Do you have a boyfriend?", while my mother showed him my picture.
This was completely mortifying. I know it probably sounds like a good thing, but you must know that I have a pathological fear of talking on the phone to people I don't know. I hate it, and constantly bug my parents by refusing to answer the phone. I also have a problem talking to guys who I have just met like that - there is a reason I only go to bars in groups.
Anyway, lucky for me we had a bad connection and had to get off, but I am going to completely and utterly freaked out about ever answering the phone again.
Oh my god. I have to go die now.
It turns out that she has met this 29 year old guy from Ireland who looks like Liev Shrieber, and made me talk on the phone to him. Yes, he did have a nice accent, but he started asking me questions like, "Do you have a boyfriend?", while my mother showed him my picture.
This was completely mortifying. I know it probably sounds like a good thing, but you must know that I have a pathological fear of talking on the phone to people I don't know. I hate it, and constantly bug my parents by refusing to answer the phone. I also have a problem talking to guys who I have just met like that - there is a reason I only go to bars in groups.
Anyway, lucky for me we had a bad connection and had to get off, but I am going to completely and utterly freaked out about ever answering the phone again.
Oh my god. I have to go die now.