Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The Call: During

So Monday's post was about before The Call. Here it is if you missed it.

Today we discuss... DURING.

Picture it. Canada. 2012. It was a cool December 8th. When we last saw our heroine, she was perched in her chair, waiting, hoping, not believing that the phone would ring.

And then it rang.

My heart wildly pounding, I waited for the second ring so I wouldn't appear like a losery loser. I was playing it casual, you see.

Yeah, that lasted about as long as, "Hi, is Tamara there?"

"That's me."

"Hi! This is Marisa Cleveland of the Seymour Agency."


My first thought was, 'She said my name right!!!!!!!!!!'

You know, I can't even remember anything in a chronological way. That phone call was a delightful shimmering tetherball made of unicorn farts - we'd both say something, and the conversation would swing in another direction, and it was SHINY, and we were laughing, and I liked her right away, and I was *REALLY* trying not to say SHIT and FUCK - but those were echoing around my mind because SHIT, I COULDN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS WAS HAPPENING!

It had all happened SO FAST! Wednesday NIGHT she requested the full. Thursday she wooed me over Twitter. Saturday morning, I had The Call. WAS THIS HAPPENING?! It BROKE MY BRAIN!

I managed to ask her a couple of the questions she didn't say right away. She asked me a couple questions. She said she couldn't wait until Monday to call me and MY HEART GREW THREE SIZES THAT DAY because I'd had NO idea how I was going to make it to Monday either! I had ALL the feelings, and KNEW she was the one. The One. MY AGENT!

But I'd told the other agents that I'd give them time. Damn it. BUT I told Marisa they would have to pretty much pull off a miracle to sway me because SHE was my girl.

We talked for about 20 minutes, that just flew by. I felt a bit awkward, because mostly I was trying not to squee and swear. I think I said 'I can't believe this is happening, this is so cool,' about eleventy billion times.

And then I had to hang up and walk to work.

I think I skipped the entire way there.



  1. Seriously. Dying. Laughing. Unicorn farts. And trying not to swear. I <3 it! You crack my $#!+ up! So glad we're on the same team.

  2. Please tell you you're writing humour, because you're hysterical. Awesome story that kept me in stitches all at the same time. And Risa is AWESOME! You totally lucked out there.

  3. I suggest we petition the IOC to make Unicorn Fart Tetherball an Olympic sport. It sounds like the best sport ever!


  4. I was there! You had that look on your face like you had just found a set of nuclear launch codes and were plotting how to take over the world.

  5. This is so, so funny. Man, I can't wait to read your book if this is any indication of the gems inside...