Friday, January 05, 2007

Call me.

OK, I know I've been tagged by pfg, and I promise that will be my next post, but I just have to share this story with you.

A week or so ago, I got a phone call from a friend who had given her phone number to a guy at a party. They'd been talking, they hit it off, enjoyed each other's company and when he was making last-ditch flirty efforts with her at the end of the party, she just handed him her number. Then she got all freaked out. She'd never done such a thing, what if he didn't call, etc. I said look, either he'll call or he won't. If he doesn't, it's no different than if you hadn't given him your number. If he does, bonus! But she was just horrified with herself for taking that step and handing him her number, unasked. Incidentally, sexy man did call my friend and they have a date.

So last night, I went to pick up my 8yo daughter from her piano lesson and left my phone in the car. When I got back in the car, I saw that I had missed a call from a number I didn't recognize. I called the number back, explained to the woman who answered the phone who I was, and she said "Oh, hi, it's Alex's mom!" (not his real name)

Alex is a kid in my 5yo daughter's kindergarten class. He and my daughter are together all the time, they sit together at lunch, they choose each other for "Share the News" time pairings, etc. His mother and I have spoken a few times about how cute they are together. Alex is adorable and sweet. An excellent choice.

So she tells me that Alex came home from school yesterday with a note with a child's handwriting on it and a telephone number. The note was from my daughter. Alex asked if he could call her.

I put her on the phone for a bit and she talked to Alex, about what he'd done after school, etc and said "OK, see you tomorrow." and hung up.

And it occurred to me: She's light years ahead of the rest of us. My 5 year old has given her number (MY number) to a boy so he could call her. "For a playdate or something." So A) she'll never be in the position my friend is in, an adult wondering if giving her number to a man unasked makes her some kind of slutfreak. And B) as her mother...I'm in deep, deep doody.

Today's fragrance: Mitsouko EDP. Perfect for that unseasonably warm, rainy day.


Blogger Trina said...

Tooooooo cute!!!

When I was 5, I had a friend (we were *not* boyfriend and girlfriend) Lennon in my kindergarten class who I talked to ALL the time on the phone. I have no clue what we talked about, but I do remember laying on my parents' waterbed talking to him for ages. My parents have confirmed that the time spent wasn't just the relative perception of youth - apparently we really did have some surprisingly long conversations.

Well, one night the phone rang at around 10 pm, and this little voice on the other end asked to talk to me (who was in bed and had been for hours). My dad asked him, "Lennon, do your mommy and daddy know you're on the phone?"


"Well, go get one of them, and you get back in bed."


I think that was when my parents officially implemented their No Calls After 9pm rule. Which was absolutely *draconian* to me and my siblings in middle and high school.

And now, whenever the phone rings unexpectedly in my house after 9 pm Chris and I look at each other and one of us says, "Who the hell is calling so late?"

*Cues Lion King soundtrack*

2:14 AM, January 07, 2007  
Blogger WinterWheat said...


(Hey, I'm wearing Mitsouko EDP today too!)

12:38 PM, January 07, 2007  
Blogger PFG said...

Oh my. Well it's not like you didn't see it coming, what with her chatting up that guy at the bar at your sister's wedding. I say enroll her in some kick boxing classes too, you know just so she can be properly intimidating as well as charming. It's good to be able to back up your charm with a swift warning blow to a vital organ.

1:25 PM, January 08, 2007  
Blogger WriterChick said...

The deepest doody ever. At my 5th birthday party, I initiated a game which somehow enabled me to drag each and every boy behind the furnace to kiss. I went from that to "house" to Spin the Bottle to 7 Minutes in Heaven (the closet) to I'm not going to say ;) SO, I think once it ain't evah gonna stop! P.S. I've watched my 7-YO chasing (hunting, actually) boys on several occasions.

1:59 PM, January 12, 2007  
Blogger PFG said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2:13 AM, January 16, 2007  

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