Of all the nights to have made plans with the 'rents. She did get a phone number, though. Angela was still debating whether or not she should call. She never did stuff like that. She didn't get phone numbers. She didn't even really date all that much. She met guys at work, or at school when she was there, or through friends, but she never just went up to total strangers at hockey games and asked them for their number.

Of course, technically, that's not what happened Saturday night, either. But the end result was that she had a total stranger's phone number, and she wasn't entirely sure what she was going to do with it.

After Keith introduced himself, he sat and talked with her for a few minutes. Angela felt self-conscious, though; there were a lot of reasons for it. One was Patrice and Jayson, Angela's eight-year-old nephew, sitting right there next to her. Patrice at least pretended she wasn't listening, but subtlety is not a word in the vocabulary of an eight-year-old. Angela also felt self-conscious because Keith was even more attractive up close than he had been from a distance. Self-confidence is something a lot of women have trouble with, and Angela was no exception. She couldn't imagine what a man that gorgeous was doing talking to her.

Not long after he came and sat down with her, Keith's friends got up to leave. He got up to go, and shook her hand. That's when Patrice butted back in. "You know, Angela said she'd like to have your phone number."

Keith asked for a pen. And now Angela had a number that she didn't know if she wanted to use.

There were a couple of reasons, again. The first was that she thought if he were truly interested, he would have asked her for hers. It seemed like he would have just left without pursuing it any farther if Patrice hadn't opened her big mouth. That low self-esteem was kicking in, too. Why didn't such an attractive man have a girlfriend, and why would such an attractive man be interested in her?

The most disturbing, though, was what happened right after he left. She pulled out her cell phone and called the number he gave her. The first time she dialed, the voicemail picked up. It wasn't a personalized message. The computer came on and said, "You have reached an automatic voice messaging service. [Insert name here] is not available. At the tone...." The name was hard to understand, given all the noise in the arena, but it was definitely a woman's voice. So she hung up and called again, hoping this time to be able to understand what the message said. And a woman actually answered this time. Angela mumbled something about a wrong number, and abruptly hung up.

He wouldn't have given her his number if he had a girlfriend, right? Or worse yet, a wife?