Days. I had missed calls from this Unavailable number for days. Who could it be? They always called when I was at work or when my phone wasn't glued to the palm of my hand--this doesn't happen too frequently.
At first I didn't notice. At first I didn't care. If their name didn't show on my phone, if they didn't leave a message, then it must not be important.
But I began to notice, after this continued for a week. My curiosity was peaked, and I continued to miss their calls. I became curious. It was all so mysterious and possibly adventurous.
I excitedly awaited their next call, hoped that I would answer this time. I missed it. I was driving and I just missed the call. I determined that the suspense couldn't go on any longer. The next time this person called I would answer, no matter where I was.
I dreamed. What if it was someone from my past, some old lover, an old flame? Wouldn't it be fun to turn down an old lover? Wouldn't it be fun rekindle an old flame? What if it were someone who had met me, couldn't get me off his mind and just had to meet me?
Oh the scenarios that ran through my head. I was almost tempted to never answer this unavailable caller. I wanted to continue to believe the romantic notions in my head but I did answer the call.
It was Saturday morning, sitting at work. My phone lit up. I moved my hand. I hesitated. Did I want to answer? Should I answer it? I did it. I was in a newspaper office, everyone was on their phone; no one would get offended.
"Is this Kaitlin," a female voice over the phone said. My hopes dropped. It seems BYU-Idaho was just out to get me again.
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