Had We Known Each Other, I'm Sure We Would Have Been Friends

No person likes being forgotten. Therefore, if a person comes up to me and says hello, then I pretend to know them because if they know my name, then I should at least have the decency to know their's, right? Numerous times family friends will come up to me, exclaiming how I've grown since I last saw them and ask how my mother is doing, and not knowing what to do, I simply try to keep the conversation going and pass it off as if I remembered every detail of their life.

So when I got a voicemail from an unknown number telling me how much I was missed, I freaked out. Who was this person? It left no name and the voice wasn't very distinctive. With a quick Google search, I found the area code to be in southern Ohio--no particular person that I really knew. The voicemail made it seem as if we were really good friends, but I didn't have said person's number so obviously we weren't that great of friends.

Then the number called again.

And for some reason, I answered.

And the following happened:

Me: "Hello?"

Girl: "Hey girl! What are you up to?"

Me" "Uhh...not much, just checking Facebook"

Girl: "Cool! I miss you so much!"

Me: "Thanks?"

Girl: "So, when are you going to be back in Lima?"

Me: "Huh?" (Since when did I know people in Peru?) "Ummm...who is this?" (I couldn't keep the masquerade going forever)

Girl: "Isn't this Stephanie?"

(At this point, I'm freaking out. Creepy)

Me: "Umm..yeah? But I don't think I know you."

Girl: "Stephanie...Jones?"

Me: "No, definitely not me."

(Awkward pause)

(Phone hangs up)

In retrospect, maybe sometimes I bring awkwardness upon myself.