I might have told this story before on here, but whenever I think of awkward phone conversations, I think of the first time I tried to call a girl after the first time I managed to get a girl's number. This was in the glory days when no one had cell phones, so you had to usually had a parent or sibling answer the phone first, which was kind of awkward enough, but I never found it that bad (probably because I grew up with doing that).

Anyway, I was in 7th grade, and my group of people ended up hanging out with a group of girls while we were trick or treating on Halloween night. We ended up at one of the girl's house and I thought she was pretty cool. So I did something that was ballsy and very unusual for me at the time and I straight up asked for her number. She looked sort of awkward about it, but didn't hesitate to give her number to me. I thought I was the s***.

So the next day I decided to call her. When she got on the phone, I realized I had no plan or any real reason for calling. So after asking her how she was doing she told me she was fine and my brain started to scramble for stuff to talk about. I figured all that walking everyone did left on Halloween left everyone else as sore as me, so I decided to talk about that. I panicked and asked her, "Can you move?" She, of course, had no ****ing clue what I was trying to convey and replied annoyingly, "Can I move??" I embarrassingly explained what I meant and decided to quickly end the conversation.

I never called or saw her again, and I think she was okay with that. I like to imagine she has a family of her own now and tells her kids that story of the dork that tried to talk to her and was horribly awkward on the phone. The story of my incompetence will be passed down their bloodline for generations. Thousands of years from now, after society has collapsed and rebuilt itself, a religion will be based on that awkward phone conversation, and I will be the devil. If only I handled myself better on the phone that day, none of this would have ever happened...