"Hi, Jim, this is [girl_name]!"
Way the fuck back in OCTOBER I had a first date with a girl by the (unusual) name of [girl_name], and it really didn't go all that well - in fact, I am pretty sure she had decided I was concentrated evil by the time the date was over; and given that she'd let slip that she was interviewing for a job in a town a couple hundred miles away a few days from that date (and that, frankly, she didn't seem openminded enough to want to deal with anyway) I really didn't give that much of a damn one way or the other. I'd sent her a polite "hey, enjoyed it, we should do it again sometime" email after I got home, but neither expected nor received a response from her. Fine and dandy, moving on.
Yes, this was that [girl_name]. (I didn't recognize her voice, and I'd long ago deleted her name and number from my phone, but it's a very unusual name.) Odd. "Ah, hi... how are you?"
"I'm good! Um... uh... oh. Hey, uh... I think I called you by accident. Um, I have an uncle also named Jim, so... and I was like, 'man he sure does sound young'..."
"Hahahaha. I have to admit, I wondered why you would be calling."
"Yeah, hahaha... so... how are you?"
"I'm good, you?"
"Um fine... well uh, have a nice weekend..."
Awkward. And that, boys and girls, is why you should clean out the address book in your cell phone every now and then!