Obscene Phone Call
I've had three obscene phone calls in my life. I don't even remember the first one, but the second one freaked me out. It started easy enough, then slowly slid from distasteful to raunchy. When the reality dawned, I slammed the receiver down (this was before the days of cell phones) and hyperventilated. Then I got mad.
I was mad at him, and I was mad at myself for freaking out. So I took 3 conscious breaths and came back home to myself. I was curious. I decided to imagine myself in his shoes, what kind of a person would do something like that? So I decided that if he called back, or if I ever got another obscene phone call, I would talk to him like a human being – ask him what it's like to have a relationship with women based on fear, and is that really the kind of relationship he wanted.
Dang if he didn't call the same time the next night – obscene phone call number three. This time I was prepared. I talked to him as one human being to another. I did ask him those questions. It was an amazing conversation. He didn't have the kind of relationship he wanted with a woman and said he didn't know how. So we talked about that, and I gave him a referral that I thought might support him finding what he wanted.
And that was that. I never heard from him again.
Oh, I forgot. There Was a fourth call – many years later, different phone number. I was caught off guard, freaked out, slammed the phone down, hyperventilated … then laughed.
Ann you never cease to amaze me. Love that last paragraph. Life can be so humbling.
I agree .. you are so very funny and predictably unpredictable …
except that no matter what…
the timeless stand remains …
to connect with the best of human kind …
a mystical quality …
I had the priviledge to dance with for a long while…
ah …
the memories of the soul …
oh yes …
a weird phone call …
in my dear friends home … in a country I barely knew… while she worked in the prison ( oh yes … the syncronicity)
There I was …
quite frightened…
bleeding profusely…
who do I call if I go under??? I pondered
oh …
911 …
do they really exist???
so I called 911 …
can I help you???
geeez … they are really there
putting the phone down immediately …
in fear of being caught…
to get a call back …
immediately …
did you just call???
geez…
they are good …
yes …
how can we help you???
well right now I just wanted to know that you really existed …
wondering to this day what the woman thought of me …
and yet …
there I was …
making a weird phone call …
in this weaving of human despair …
when we forget …
hummm
oh can’t resist…
even if hard core for me to tell the story…
again in my dear friends home …
playing with her computer as mine at the time was far too slow and cumbersome…
another country …
with all different creative possibilities …
my detective curious and exploring different sites here and there …
to suddenly hit a porn site …
wow look at this …
never seen this before …
tipping my toes …
here and there …
to suddenly get this huge message popping up in the screen…
“DO YOUR PARENTS KNOW THAT YOU ARE WATCHING THIS SITE??? ”
Oh dear …
I recoiled like a child…
literally …
frozen on impact …
I need to get out of here…
escape.. escape .. escape …
to find that the computer had frozen too (possibly through my terror)
specially when I realised that my friend would come home any time…
and I had no idea of what was going on…
the fear became so intense I was sweating …
managing to disconnect the computer somehow …
with great relief …
except that my friend then would get reminders of my visit …
and had to do a clean out …
but that is another story …
funny moments…
in this mysterious dance of human kind…
calling us…
to be awake … alive …and hear…