The Phonecall

So, Sunday I worked up the nerve to call the Russian babysitter.

Originally, Tennisfiend was going to call (the message was posted in Russian, afterall), but he didn't feel comfortable talking to her. I argued that I didn't feel comfortable calling either. Then we had a laugh. No wonder Tyoma has social delays!

I was so nervous!!! I even wrote out a little script for the whole conversation. The only thing I didn't plan to ask her was the color of her parachute!!! I called.  I felt anxious and excited, pacing with my well thought-out list of twenty questions. Heh. When we chatted, I heard anxiety and excitement in her voice, too.

I crossed out fifteen questions on principle. Two questions later, I set up an appointment to meet her this Wednesday. Sometimes, you get a feeling from someone, a simpatico thing. Yeah. I liked her already. One thing mildly surprised me. When she first mentioned her "partner" I didn't get that she was gay. It took three more mentions before I understood.

The mild surprise? That I didn't get it in the first place. Probably because to me, such things don't matter. Which is cool. Actually, super cool for Tyoma since he gets lots of female nurturing--two moms, two daughters and a grandma!