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:: Sunday, November 17, 2002 ::
Pacific Ties
This is so notable it deserves its own post.
Got a phone call at five of midnight... who would call me at this time except Elizabeth or Bhairavi? So I pick up the phone, expecting their loud on-campus voice on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Hey."
A male voice. A smooth voice.
"Hello...?"
"Hey," he says again. "Who is this?"
I remember those elementary school lessons, though, and don't want to give out any info.
"Who is this? What number are you trying to reach?"
"This is Jay."
"I'm sorry but you have the wrong number."
I reach for the "talk" button, ready to hang up.
"Is this South Carolina?" he asks.
"Um, no... this is Upstate New York. The 518 area code."
"Oh, I'm calling from California. I guess I want the 581 area code."
"Yeah."
I get mentally prepared to hang up again.
"Sorry if I woke you up."
"Oh, no, you didn't."
"Hey, you have a sexy voice."
My jaw dropped.
"Uh, thanks... I hope you can get through to South Carolina... bye."
"Bye," I heard as I hung up.
Yes, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.
:: Kazen @ Always Doing 9:10 PM [+] ::
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