Blog Entry 13: A Call From RogerHe didn’t play games, waiting around for two or three days to call. I knew some people thought that way—calling an object of affection too soon indicated desperation, over-eagerness. It was like saying “I love you” too soon. You waited. Those were the rules.
I was glad Roger didn’t play by those rules. Hardly. The phone was ringing as I opened the door to my apartment, laden with my purchases from Homo Depot. I dropped everything on the floor and fumbled in my pocket for my cell.
I hit ACCEPT just before the call went to voice mail. Now, I didn’t know it was Roger, because all that came up on the Caller ID was a phone number, but I hoped…and prayed.
“Hello?”
“Is this too soon?”
I laughed. Even though we had known one another for only a few minutes, I re
