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Hanes t-shirt, drop crotch pants, fishnet stockings, all from Target; shoes, from Ross; long necklace is handmade; the other from World Market. (I am so in love with these pants.)
So… at 7:30 this morning, I was startled awake by the sound of my phone ringing in the other room. It rang three times in a row. Immediately I thought that something terrible had happened & one of my loved ones were trying to reach me. So I dragged myself out of bed, walked into the living room to find that my phone was ringing again (for the fourth time). I looked at the number, didn’t recognize it, but answered anyway.
Me: Hello?
Caller: (grunting)
Me: HELLO?!
Caller: Oh… uh, hello?
Me: Hello? Who is this?!
Caller: Oh hello! How are you?
Me: (trying to recognize the voice) Who is this?
Caller: … Someone who thinks you’re really sexy.
Me: (pauses, still trying to recognize the voice) Who is this?
Caller: This is Steve.
Me: Well, Steve, I think you have the wrong number.
Caller: I don’t think I do…
Me: Who IS this?!
Caller: Someone who think you’re really sexy!
Me: (pauses, getting really irritated) Look, you’ve got the wrong number, okay? Who are you trying to reach?
Caller: Wait… who is this?
Me: My name is Ev’Yan & you have the wrong number!
Caller: (moans a little) Oooh, your name. That is the sexiest name I’ve ever heard.
Me: … I’m hanging up now.
Caller: No no no… wait. You don’t have to hang up with me. You can talk to me if you want.
Me: Actually… you woke me up, so I’m in no mood to talk.
Caller: C’mon… talk to me. What are you doing? Don’t you want to talk to me?
Me: Oh, I would… but I don’t think my husband would like it very much.
Caller: (long pause) Oh… okay. Sorry.
Me: GOODBYE.
Funny how you drop the word “husband” & that’s when people get a grip.
I walked into the bedroom & by then, Lover was awake, inquiring with obscenities. I explained to him what happened & he was disturbed. & I was practically shouting: “Who calls someone at 7:30 in the morning over & over & over?! It was obvious that I wasn’t picking up the first time, so why continue calling?! What a psycho!”
Then, I get a voicemail notification. It was “Steve” again:
“Okay, wow. Your name… wow. It’s the sexiest name I’ve ever heard & your voice! Please… call me back. Please. If you want. We should talk. If you want. I hope you do. Okay bye.” (This was obviously before our little conversation.)
I let my imagination run away with me for a little while — I kept asking, “What if he’s stalking me?! What if he’s watching me?! What if he calls again??” — before finally getting up & turning on the television. I’m so mad that the creep woke me up.
But I think I put two & two together: I think this guy called the first time, got my voicemail message & got turned on by it, knowing that it was the wrong number. He left a message, hoping that I would call him back. When I didn’t, he kept calling me just to hear my voicemail message. & when I finally answered, he wasn’t expecting it, which interrupted his — how should I say this? — touching himself, thus the reason he was grunting when I answered the phone.
So now I’ve got the heebie-jeebies; I’m looking over my shoulder & out my window every few minutes. Because this has all the makings of a scary movie gone wrong…