Voicemail

The next night, R. and I attend a surprise fiftieth birthday party for one of our neighbors. I return home by myself for a moment to change my shirt after spilling a drink down the front of it. I have a pretty decent buzz, and on an impulse, I decide to leave David a voicemail on his cell phone--something I’ve never done before on a weekend.

I listen to his sexy voice on the greeting, and after the beep, I softly say, “Hey, it’s me. It’s Saturday night, and I wanted to call you and let you know that I took your advice from last night…I thought about you. And it was amazing.” Pause. “Hope you’re having a good weekend. Talk to you later.”

I hit the End button on my cell phone and snap it shut. What am I doing?