As a renegade rogue bachelor I’ve certainly had my share of romantic mis-adventures over the years. But I certainly seem to be doing more right than wrong these days, and I had an interesting experience with a lady friend on the phone earlier this week.

She makes me feel like I'm Brad Pitt.



I hadn't talked to her in a while, so I made a strategic call Tuesday night for regular maintenance. Left her a voicemail.

Guess when she returned that.

Guess.

7:15 AM the next morning. She said she'd have returned the call the night before but she was doing . . . something. I couldn't really understand her because I was still in mid-slumber. I actually thought she was my alarm clock, and I nearly hung up on her.

She just figured 7:15 AM was a good time to chat. I talked to her for about two minutes, then told her I'd call her sometime during the weekend. I tried to go back to sleep, but there wasn't really a point. For the record, I usually get up around 7:30 or so on weekdays, so I didn't miss out on a whole lot of sleep. Had it been a Saturday morning, I probably would have looked like this:



UPDATE:

I called her Saturday like I said I would. We talked quite a bit longer than I expected, but it was a good conversation. Here’s the interesting thing: About three hours after we hung up I got a text message from her. It read, “Thanks for calling tonight, Greg.”

Ummmmm, you’re welcome?