Jana,

Thanks for coming to see me again last night. Actually, when I started to call you I realized that I had done something funny with my phone when you gave me your number the other night. Somehow I had separated your name and your telephone number and I was afraid I might not be able to call you. But I managed to connect them both together so it worked out OK.

What a really beautiful name you have. “Jana,” “Janyl,” with a “Zhj.” It sort of rolls out of the mouth kind of like the sound of something that should be sung not just spoken. And your last name perfectly fits with you first and continues the same kind of sounds. I don’t want to sound mushy but it’s like poetry or something. Of course your parents didn’t have any control over your last name but did they deliberately choose your first name for such a perfect match?

So, I’m not much of a social conversationalist and you seem to be a somewhat quiet person so we didn’t quite set the world on fire with our banter but I really did enjoy myself immensely and the time sure seemed to disappear quickly.

I really enjoyed hearing a little about your country and the town where you grew up. I have to tell you that, even though I think of myself as being pretty good with geography, I hadn’t heard of your country until a few months ago when I was talking with someone in the office who had made a trip there. I’d like to hear more.

Anyway, I’ll call you next week sometime and maybe we can have dinner together.

Me