Technology in the 21st century is a beautiful thing. You can send an instant message to someone via your phone or computer. You can video chat with someone half way around the world. You can even give someone your number without really giving them your number. Allow me to elaborate.
Google Voice is a beautiful thing. With just the click of a button, you can create an alternate number for business or personal use, and the incoming call comes directly to your cell phone. So it’s almost like having two numbers. Now that I’ve started utilizing it, I find it amazing!
This past weekend, my “Other Half” (a girl I’ve known for about 4 years, we call each other Other Half because we have the same name with the same spelling, pledged our sororities the same year, have somewhat of the same demeanor, and have been told a time or two that we favor) came to DC for her sorority sister’s engagement party. Friday night as we were leaving The Park (yes, I went to Park), two random guys popped up out of nowhere and walked us to my car. The guy that was talking to me was REALLY laying it on thick. What he said is not important. What is important is that he asked me for my number. He handed me his phone so I could type it in. Yes, I remembered that I’m not on the market, but I decided to give this dude a chance. I entered in the first 3 digits of my “real” phone number and paused. After the issues I had with Guy A, I decided to give him my Google Voice number. Just in case guy turned out to be a douche, he didn’t have my real number. And he called me so I could have his number, but I didn’t plan on saving it or using it until I saw where this was going.
He asked me when I would be free the next day. I told him 1:30. As my Other Half and I were watching FSU whoop up on Maryland, we talked about the guys from the previous night. It’s almost 2:30 when I realized he hadn’t call. Oh, well, such is life. Good thing I wasn’t feeling him anyway. Later on that night, as she and I are out celebrating the Founders Day of Omega Psi Phi, please tell me why my phone rang at 12:30 in the morning??? And it’s ol’ boy from last night??? #iCant Needless to say, he got sent to Google voicemail. A message was left, but I could barely understand him as there was a lot of background noise…plus he has an accent.
The moral of this story? If you’re single, get a Google voice number. You won’t have to change your number when the undesirable from way back keeps calling; just block the number. And it gives you the option to accept or reject a call. You don’t have to thank me now, but you will thank me later. Until next time, I’m just a Southern girl…in the city!
*Writers Note: I was in no way compensated by Google for mentioning Google voice.*