Bless you, caller ID gods July 27, 2006
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For more than a week I have been getting a lot of random calls on my cell phone from numbers I don’t recognize. As a proponent of call screening, I do not answer numbers I don’t recognize on my personal cell. And I have a longstanding policy against returning strange calls if someone doesn’t leave me a voicemail.
They come at odd times – like at 11 p.m. and 1:30 a.m. and then 2:30 a.m. on the weekends. And they’re not local calls.
Today, I got three during the day. And I was livid. So livid that I almost answered and yelled at the caller. But I was at work and I just wanted to leave and so I silenced the phone and finished up my e-mail and left. As I was about to make a phone call when I saw that a voicemail was there. The mystery caller had decided to reveal him or herself.
“Hi, [Charming],” said man who sounded kind of unsure of himself. “This is [Drunk Lawyer]. We met at [Bar in New Orleans] a few weeks ago and you said you would be coming into town again and, you know, I wanted to see when. Please return this call.”
Thankfully I had not left the parking spot or I think we would have had a dangerous situation on our hands. I cackled at the thought of me going to meet Drunk Lawyer in New Orleans for a night. This was the same Drunk Lawyer who was a terrible kisser and tried to unzip my pants in a bar. Who was not so cute and terribly dorky.
I immediately saved his number in my phone and scrolled back through my call history. He had been calling a lot, but this was his first message.
He was getting braver.
So I called one of my friends who’d been out that night.
“Oh! A boy called,” she said, always the Polyanna. “I don’t remember him. Was he cute?”
“That night he asked me to go see his Historic Courtyard, which I think was code for his penis,” I deadpanned. “And he was a bad kisser and he tried to unzip my pants in the bar.”
“Oh.” She was dejected.
“He’s been calling a lot,” I said. “A LOT.”
We discussed options for getting rid of him and his mass calling, ranging from saying I was married to faking my death to (and this one is my favorite) having a man answer the phone and yell, “Why are you calling my girlfriend! STALKER!”
In the end, we decided call screening was the most humane option.
i was leaving you a comment in your previous post and then i realised hey you’ve got a new post up. gosh i can’t keep up haha!
but this guy does sound dodgy. i’ll be wary of anyone trying to unzip my pants in a bar. well indeed thank god for caller id. there have been times when i kept someone’s number in my phone for the sole purpose of knowing when not to pick up the phone.
God bless Caller ID. It’s helped me avoid countless awkward calls. I hope he stops calling you soon!
don’t you hate how it’s the guys you loathe that call all the time???
you just want to answer the phone and say, “hey! can you stop calling me? because you are tying up the line!!”
if only we could transplant this behavior into the men we like…sort of like a brain swap!
The obsessive calling is SO not cool.
What a creeper. I actually had a friend that that had one of those phone stalkers and eventually had to get a knew number. Hopefully your situation doesn’t reach that point!
One idea: put the number in your phone with a creative but informative name. Ideas include Stalker, Bad Kisser, or my personal favorite, NO! (exclamation point included.)
Oh Lou … way ahead of you. I used to have so many “Do not answer” or “Immature Jerk” guys in my phone that people looking for a number were always VERY confused …
oh man… it’s always the ones that you DON’T want to call that can’t seem to stop.
this has happened to me before too many times……
my trick is to save their number in my phone under the name “DO NOT ANSWER”
that way i know automatically thats its someone i am blocking. and my friends will know too and not accidentaly answer it thinkin it might be someone else.
works for me
Code word “historic courtyard”, that’s funny.
i’m with michelle, i list their names under messages that are blinding reminders….’dick head alert’ always works!
oh and historic courtyards are generally a bit small and run down, in my experience.
Yep, definitely give him a name. I have DO NOT ANSWER!-DBB for my ex in my phone.
DBB = Douche Bag Boy is what my friends call him now.
I always wonder why answering the phone and saying, ‘No, thank you” is out of the question.
Me? I’m an ‘eternal ignore’ girl myself…eventually they go away.
This dude - not cool.