Got Me A Model

A few weeks back I told a co-worker of mine that I was through with dating these locals. They either had emotional issues or kids. If you're crazy we can work through it, sort of. But if you got some rugrats, you get the doorknob. So out of the blue she mentions how her best friend feels the same way about the local guys out here. See where this is going? So she calls her girl and leaves her voicemail about some guy she wants her to meet. So it's like a week later. I'd just gotten home from work and was watching SportsCenter. Then my phone rings. It's a number I'm not familiar with. If you know me, you know I won't pick up if you call from some unsolicited number. Truthfully, when you call me from a number I do know, I still don't pick up. But nevertheless, I pick up and it's my co-worker's best friend. She and I start chatting and eventually we agree to meet up that night. For me it's a win-win. That same night one of my other co-workers was having a going away party. So I figure if old girl looks like "Oh shit!", I have a back up plan. So we agree to meet at this restaurant in Virginia Beach (not The Cheesecake Factory...ass). Now I'm not nervous, cause I'm cooler than a milkshake in a snowstorm, but I am a little anxious. The chick at my job did mention her girl is a model. Yes...a model. So I start crunching some numbers mentally, the average model is what 5'7" to 5'8". If she's got on the "come get it" shoes she'll be about my height. Also, she'll be on the skinny side. Now I don't mind you being thin, but if I can see your ribcage expand and contract while you breathe, we need to get you a pork fat IV or something. So I'm standing in front of the spot in my polo, jeans and fresh out the box Air Force 1's when my phone vibrates.

"I'm walking up behind you right now. Do you see me?"

I turn around and see this 5'8" or 5'9" dark-skinned woman. She has on these skinny jeans, black stilettos (did I spell that right?), white top with a 3/4 length jacket on. I know I'm not doing the outfit justice, but let's just say she walked like a model and dressed like a model. So I'm gonna guess that was her. We exchanged hugs and headed inside the restaurant. The wait was crazy long, like an hour to 90 minutes, so I called an audible. There was a Coldstone Creamery less than 30 feet away.
Two Gotta Have It's later she and I are chatting it up about anything and everything. She's 22, just out of Virginia State (players mess up too) and still living at home (strike one!). The night starts winding down and I almost forget about the going away party.

"I forgot I told some work friends I'd go to this going away party. You want to go with me?"

A short walk around the corner and we're at this bar/restaurant/club. And it's like all eyes are on her and me. I introduce her to the Saltines (white people) and mingle a little bit. I catch the model chick talking to my co-worker's girlfriend.

"...really that's interesting. Can I just say something? You are so beautiful."

We hang out for about a half an hour when the model mentions she has to get up early the next day to do a few things. So we say our goodbyes and I walk her to her car. We hug, promise to call each other and she leaves. I go back to the bar/restaurant/club and everyone has their Kool-Aid smile.

"Oh my GOD she's so pretty! Is she a model or something?"
"Actually she is."

Now that I've caught you up, here's the dilemma. I slowly see myself cutting her off. Let me explain. We went out again about a week after that. I believe we saw "Rush Hour 3". Everything went great. No complaints or anything to report. In person. But when we're on the phone I feel like there's nothing there. It's like we don't talk about anything relevant. I don't to make it sound like I want to discuss the social impact of W.E.B. DuBois' "The Souls of Black Folk" on the modern African-American. But sometimes I feel like the spark ain't there. Great in person, wack on the phone. Now is this a case of me looking for something to be wrong or am I just making all this up in my head?