This must be where I always go wrong.

I've never been good at handling that "first phone call" from a new guy. You know, you give your number to someone you meet out and about, they call, you chat and then you decide to meet up. Usually, the meet up is where things go wrong and you decide whether or not you want to continue seeing this person. This is how it's supposed to go right?

I'm usually a little stunted in my speech and cautious on the first phone calls because I have a strange sense of humor and if you don't know me, then well you'll never get it over a phone call, so therefore I remain casual and maybe a little aloof. Last night however was not the case.

After work I went home, changed into my gym clothes, hit the gym and then came back home to watch the Texas game. I was lounging on the couch and promptly fell into a deep sleep. The only reason I knew I had fallen asleep was due to the ringing phone and the fact that the game I'd been looking forward to was nearly half over. I glanced at the number, realized it was a Chicago area code and answered. Now mind you I was still half-asleep and I started to talk to the person on the other line. It took me nearly 5 minutes of babbling, a brief history of polygamy and not really understanding the conversation before I realized it was the guy I had met on New Year's Eve! I stopped him mid-conversation, told him the situation: that I had fallen asleep, been awakened by the phone and only now was I realizing who he was. He laughed and I asked him if he would be cool with starting the whole conversation over again. To which he replied, "Ring, ring." I answered, "Hello?" and the conversation went along beautifully after that. He even asked me out, which hopefully means he understands my sense of humor, because I was laughing and giggling the entire time.

I guess the next test is the first date, which is actually tonight so we'll see. Hopefully my spastic behavior can stay in check, and I really need an answer as to why we were discussing polygamy.