This is NOT a booty call

Thursday, June 03, 2004

A few weeks ago I had been thinking about my old friend Rod from college. The last we had spoken or e-mailed he had just converted to Islam and was attending law school in the Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky area. Even that was about 5 years ago.

Every once in while I would get the urge to contact him and try to google him. No luck. Then a few weeks back I decide to spend my Saturday at the library hunting him down. Now, I must say that I am proud of myself for actually finally locating him. He has changed his name to the Muslim name of Zaki and he is now living in Indianapolis--a place I would have never thought to look. But, I was 99% sure that Zaki Ali was my Rod as this name also appeared as a lawyer in the Indy suburbs.

So, that Monday I give him a call in his office. I really wanted to feign that I had just been arrested and was in desperate need of a lawyer. Unfortunately, his office is structured that you speak to at least two people before you get to him. I figured the jig would be up before it was down and just played it straight. I had to leave a message anyway as Mr. Ali was in court.

He did call me back almost immediately. I think his call came in the same time as one form Robyn as the voicemail indicator beeped in my ear not much into my conversation with her. When we finally ended our game of phone tag I got a chance to catch up with him.

He had just been in St. Louis for a SEMO Football reunion to celebrate one of the guy's b-days, which made me wish that I had attempted this sooner. He told me how things were going in his life and I told him what I was doing now.

Here's the kicker of the conversation: I was talking about my job and he is looking at the library's webpages. I tell him that the one view is the same view from my office. I even laughed that many couples make out on those couches and I "get" to watch.

Now when I say this most of the time it is in person and you see my eyeballs roll. It is obvious it is not the spark of my day. However, Zaki says "Oh, still got that high level of estrogen, huh?" AS IF I enjoyed watching these kids make out on a regular basis!

This happened near the end of our conversation and it kinda bugs me. Did he think this was some 5-years-later middle-of-the-day booty call? Aaagh.

It's too soon to call back. I wish I had gotten an e-mail address because it would be much easier to re-break the ice that way. And now I feel like I do need to rebreak the ice. This was NOT a booty call.
posted by suzyjax on 6/03/2004 05:13:00 PM > 0 comments

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