Rachels

A few days ago I told my friend Chandler the Rachel story, he seemed to enjoy it so I decided to share it here. Before I proceed I'm gonna go against tradition and say the moral of the story at the beginning....the moral is this: always put someone's last name in your phone. Here's why...

About 4 years ago I was home from BYU for the summer. I had met a nice girl in my ward named Rachel. I was sorta interested in dating her. There was another Rachel that was a friend of a friend...and she was interested in dating me. I, of course, (since this is the way life always goes) was interested in the girl who's interest in me was as yet undecided...and I was not interested at all in the Rachel who was interested in me. (for ease in reference R1 will now be the Rachel I was interested in and R2 will be the Rachel who was interested in me)

Anyway, when I was home for the summer I wanted to get in touch with R1, and I really wanted to avoid R2. But, of course, I ended up seeing both...and the problem was I went on a date with both the same night. (R2 asked me out and I felt like I had to give her at least one date cause at the time I expected the same courtesy from girls) This is what happened.

I set the date with R2 early in the night so I can get it over with and spend time with R1. I go and pick R2 up, we get dinner, and I drop her off. The problem was this...I received a call from both girls on the same night and I hadn't put the last name of either in my phone.

So this is what happens. I call R2, I pick her up, I get a call from R1 while on the date, I don't take the call (would be rude and all). So, only problem was that R2 had called me sometime in the middle against my knowledge. So, when I called the last Rachel who had called me, I called the girl I had just dropped off...and the conversation went like this.

"Hey Rachel, just dropped her off, glad that's over with." (R1 was aware of the date with R2)

"Uh, this is Rachel." (I don't realize my mistake yet)

"I know. Hi Rachel. It's finally over. When can I pick you up?"

"Danny, what are you talking about, you were just here. This is Rachel."

(Finally realizing my mistake) ...uhh, wait I was just there?

Yeah, you just dropped me off. (cold feeling in my stomach, feeling like a total jerk, mind starts whirling with excuses, retractions, ways of getting out...nothing coming)

So, since I'm so quick on my feet I knew the perfect way to smoothly get out of this....just kidding, all I did was mumble something awkwardly and hang up as fast as I could.

I don't remember what I said exactly, but that was one of the guiltiest moments of my life. I had just dropped a girl off and then expressed my disinterest to her within minutes of dropping her off--by accidentally explaining my disinterest to (what I thought was) another girl. I don't know how she took it. We never spoke again. Honestly, I can't begin to describe how bad I felt. I drove home that night thinking "Wow, I'm a bad human being."

Anyway, the moral of the story: always put someone's last name in your phone. It might save you a very awkward experience.