...is the sound of the phone ringing. Well, it is when the person calling is the guy.
Barman BT just called. He's been sick, too. He's also had to work during his illness. With a 103 degree fever.
"Wow, it sounds like you've been sicker than me," I said.
"I probably was sicker."
"So you win this round, but I'll win the next one."
"I don't know, I think you gave me something," he joked.
"Well, that handshake of mine is pretty lethal."
"So I was calling to see when you're free to hang out. What's your schedule like?" he asked.
I told him I'm a 9-to-5'er.
"That's going to make it pretty tough to hang out with me. I work nights."
"Not every night, right?"
We narrowed it down to tomorrow or Tuesday.
"How about I give you a call tomorrow, just to make sure I'm feeling better," BT suggested.
"Better yet, why don't we say Tuesday and give our immune systems a rest?"
"Okay. So I'll see you on Tuesday, though I don't know what we're gonna do."
"Well, you have all weekend to come up with something good," I replied.
"Oh, that's right, I get to do all the work because I'm the guy."
"Yep. And as the girl, all I have to do is show up and look pretty."
"I'll see you on Tuesday."
I hung up and ran out of my room, squealing with glee. Roommate Rachel shook her head in amusement (or was it exasperation?) and said,
"I told you he'd call. I knew he would."
I kind of knew he would, too, just didn't think it would take this long. I didn't even consider that he might be sick, too. I just overreacted and figured he changed his mind or had a harem keeping him busy or something. So yes, I feel kind of silly. But extremely relieved. And all kinds of "YAY!"
I can feel my health improving by the minute.
I have a date with BT on Tuesday!