Waiting for the Phone to Ring

I've been doing this to the point where it's pretty much an obsession.  Even as I type this post, my phone is sitting next to me, ring volume all the way up, waiting for a call.  A call that may or may not come.

I think I must have been born in the wrong decade, because almost everything I do, like, and even say is pretty old fashioned.  Most people living in the twenty first century would simply facebook their boyfriend.  Or text or email him.  Or at least ask him for his phone number in return.  Not me, apparently.  As we said goodbye after the last day of school before spring break began, I scribbled down my phone number on the back of my math worksheet, handed it to him, and we went our separate ways.

Being the shy type, there is a definite possibility he won't call.  There is also, however, just as great a possibility that he will.  I just don't know.

Either way, this sure is fun.