So, I guess I do sort of have an update here. Exactly two weeks after we had gone out for dinner, Andrew called me. This was the day before I was moving so to be completely honest I screened his call. I have visual voicemail, so I saw that he left a message. Visual voicemail is basically a computer transcribing what a person said and sending that you to via text. This is a reproduction of what I got:
"How are you (?). Thank you for your lovely time you're (?) ... I'll (?) take the other night...in-your (?) company unfortunately I don't think we need to be...take (?)...I hope this doesn't mean we can't (?)...should (?) be friends in some capacity it's-been-replaced-and(?) meet you and talk to you and it's about (?) so."
I was all like "aww! that is really mature" and so was the friend I was with. I realized I should have been upfront about the fact that I wasn't feeling it, and made a mental note to return the call.
Five days later, I was finally settled into my new place and steeled by a glass of wine, I sat down and forced myself to call him. I got his voicemail, which I didn't mind. I just said I was returning his call and he could call me back if he wanted.
Then, like an idiot, I listened to what the voicemail actually said.
What it actually said was that he didn't think we were a romantic match, but that he hoped we could be friends. I was the one being let down!!
Let this be a lesson: visual voicemail is shady at best.
"How are you (?). Thank you for your lovely time you're (?) ... I'll (?) take the other night...in-your (?) company unfortunately I don't think we need to be...take (?)...I hope this doesn't mean we can't (?)...should (?) be friends in some capacity it's-been-replaced-and(?) meet you and talk to you and it's about (?) so."
I was all like "aww! that is really mature" and so was the friend I was with. I realized I should have been upfront about the fact that I wasn't feeling it, and made a mental note to return the call.
Five days later, I was finally settled into my new place and steeled by a glass of wine, I sat down and forced myself to call him. I got his voicemail, which I didn't mind. I just said I was returning his call and he could call me back if he wanted.
Then, like an idiot, I listened to what the voicemail actually said.
What it actually said was that he didn't think we were a romantic match, but that he hoped we could be friends. I was the one being let down!!
Let this be a lesson: visual voicemail is shady at best.
