It's a Wednesday night and you're fresh from a coffee date that you feel went pretty good. She laughed at your weak impression of Elvis, she shared her back-story without boring you and what was to be an hour meeting became two.
When it was time to say goodbye out on the street you warmly hugged and agreed you'd both like to see each other again.
So now you sit on the couch with the phone in your hand staring at her number you have on speed dial.
There's a pang of anxiety that hits as you press "Dial"...It rings...and rings...Damn! It's voice mail. You hear her pleasant voice on the recorded message and it takes you back to seeing her across the table. You smile. Then you hear the tone as your mind scrambles for something clever and witty to say.