Adventures with the Butcher's Daughter

Tonight was the night I decided to call her. The conversation started something like this:

Hi. My name is <> and I some time ago I was at my friend's wedding and his grandmother took a liking to me and thought that she should try to set me up with someone. That was months ago and she called me the other week and gave me your phone number. This woman, my friend's grandmother, is somehow friends with your grandfather although she says that she doesn't know you. I don't really like to disappoint old ladies so I told her I'd give you a call which brings me to now.

I mean, where would you have started with this?

Of course this barage of early explanation was met with nothing. I mean silence. She was, understandably, a little bit shocked. By the end of the conversation she told me that she was 1/3 annoyed, 1/3 surprised and 1/3 nothing wrong.

Looking at it from her perspective it must have been a very strange situation. I think she handled it quite well. We moved around the initial awkwardness and introduced ourselves a little bit asking some standard questions (favourite foods, etc.) and then after about 10 minutes I asked her if she'd be against meeting up for a drink.

It's all set for next Tuesday.

I realised, moments after getting off the phone, that she has no way of contacting me without going through the ridiculous chain of people necessary to get my number. I'll call her again tomorrow.