Etch-a-Sketch

After a couple of missteps over the weekend, I talked to Etch-a-Sketch tonight.

That first phone call is always so weird. You know, you meet, you're both pretty tipsy, you have a good time talking, exchange numbers. But then, in real life on the phone, it's not the same. The boozy chemistry isn't there. There's no liquid courage to lower inhibitions.

Anyway, it wasn't really a disappointment. It was a decent conversation after all. He mentioned owing me a movie, but didn't attempt to make real plans. The call ended with his vague mention of giving me a call later in the week. Perhaps he will. I won't die if he doesn't.