one sunday evening we'd all been shootin the breeze, and when i left to go back home, i forgot my cell phone. hours later i realized my oversight and went back to retrieve my little gem of technology. i had about 15 missed calls and text messages, and they just kept comin.
"are you ok?"
"i'm in the middle of dinner, i'll call you in a bit."
"oh! so good to hear from you again!"
and so on. i was a bit confused, so i looked in my SENT MESSAGES box and some impudent scally-wag (cough cough ryan darby) had sent to everyone, and i do mean EVERYONE in my phonebook,
"call me. i miss you."
this was especially wonderful, because in my phonebook lay numbers for people such as my bishop, my best friend's dad, boys i'd dated, blind date nightmares, boyfriends and husbands of friends and cousins, etc. it was a treat, a real treat over the next 24 hours to see what reactions this text message provoked.
it's ok though, because the next week we put fliers over every door in the ward saying,
"coming into the light by coming out of the closet.
you're invited to a candid fireside by ryan darby about his experience as a gay mormon."