It's funny how people hear what they want to hear. A woman used to call our house looking for her man. I tried telling her she had the wrong number, but she would go off about him and how he wasn't fooling her. I never had the presence of mind to say that she was right, he didn't want to talk to her. We just changed the number.
Hahaha, that would have been great. I wonder if she would have stopped calling. Somehow I doubt it.
Take heart- statistically, it's likely he either did cheat on her, is cheating on her, or will in the future. In any case, it's probably about time he got his anyway. Also, they were basically incompatible- it's not like she ever felt she could trust him. She needs someone she feels like she can keep on a shorter leash.
You know, in all probability, you're right. It's amazing that such a likely extrapolation can be made from so very little source material. It's also amazing that saying "Hello" can be that devastating.
... that "Hello" can be that devastating.
"Hello" is all mystery and latency. It can portend nothing at all, give birth to worlds that rival anything on a human scale, or herald the beginning-as-end. You've made me think back on all the ways I've loaded the word before letting it slip.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhahahahahahahahahaha! Oh my god, that's hilarious!
Hilarious and horrible all at once. I can't believe I said "Hello" and it broke somebody's heart. o_O
Are you sure I shouldn't close with, "Also, I'm waaaay too old for you"?
There's a scene in Minority Report where one of the precogs reaches out and grabs the arm of a female passerby and says, "Don't go home. He knows." That's what this reminded me of.
Wow that's an awesome story.
Well, at least she has enough trust left not to impugn every female friend he's got straightaway. There may be hope yet.
That's brilliant. I hope they were appropriately grateful.
For years I had a cell phone number that some dude must have been giving out regularly to people he didn't want to talk to. Collectors and girls that sounded like they were making a booty call. I even pretended to be him a couple of times.
This reminds me of the Porky saga
. Although it sounds like you had a bit more fun drawing out your enjoyment of those wrong number dialers. :-D
And today, M's going to come home from work with a story about this really nice guy (who he just happened to have recently given his phone number) whose girlfriend/fiancee/wife called, spitting nails because she found it, called it and a woman answered the phone. Does M have girly handwriting?
Also, I agree with one of the comments above. If it does cause a rift, the fault lies with her/their trust issues and that's it.
I had a woman call my house over and over again asking for a man's name. After many times telling her she had the wrong number, she started yelling that I couldn't fool her, she knew he was there, the cheating bastard. She called so often that I recognized her voice. Eventually--this is after months--I started telling her that he was in the shower or was *long pause* indisposed. She stopped calling before I could tell her about the photo shoot with the inflatable sheep. I was sad about that.
Bahahahaha, beautiful. Totally asking for it, too.
She stopped calling before I could tell her about the photo shoot with the inflatable sheep.
WT@*!! You said that would stay our secret!
Oops. Sorry 'bout that. Then again, if you hadn't said anything no one would've been any the wiser. ;)