I agreed to have lunch today with someone mysterious, who’d sent me a text message from a number I didn’t know. I called him back and agreed to have lunch today, hoping to recognize his voice, which of course I didn’t. There came a point when it was too painful to concede that I had just agreed to lunch without knowing this person’s name, so I set a meeting spot and time and faked it. Luckily, it did end up being an old friend I hadn’t spoken to over the summer, rather than someone who had the wrong number, with whom I would have ended up trading awkward glances for ten minutes before making a break for it.