Mistakes revisited??

In the middle of the second circuit of my every-other-day workout, my cell phone rings. I stopped doing oblique twists and grab the phone off the charger in my kitchen. Hoping it's the person I've been trying to meet (work stuff, get your mind outta the gutter...for now), I breathe "hello."

The guy on the phone has a strong accent and the man with whom I've been trying to meet definitely does not. My mind is reeling.

He said his name, but I didn't hear it since I have competing audio output from my workout CD and also the TV. So I did what any smart and curious woman would do...I fake it.

"Oh, hi! How are you?" I'm waiting to get some kind of clue as to who this is and whether or not I want to continue this conversation.

Eventually it comes to me. It's a guy who works for the Cubs. The same guy (I'm embarrassed to say) that I got drunk and made out with in Denver. Apparently, I gave him my number.

The season ended yesterday and he's heading back home (Miami??) in a few days and wanted to know what I was doing tonight.

My memories of Denver came rushing back and I decided that I wasn't up for the booty call. I told him I have a cold (which I do, kind of) and planned to finish my workout, take a shower and go to bed...alone. He laughed at the 'alone' part and asked if I was sure.

I gotta give him credit for not waiting till midnight to call. It was only 7 o'clock.