photo by Faruk Ateş, used under a CC-license
Ever since my family opened a new phone line a couple years ago, random people started calling for this guy so far identified as Robert (last name is Rowley or something like that).
Debt collectors have called, electric company have called, guys have called and a lot of girls have called as well. Trust me.
So I just had this 4-minute conversation with a girl who asked for Robert, otherwise known as the Giving-My-Phone-Number-Out-Dude. The conversation went like this:
GIRL: Hi, is Robert there?
HC: (Obligatory) No, there's no Robert here.
GIRL: Are you sure? Robert Rowley?
HC: No, there's no Robert here.
GIRL: Do you know anybody named Robert Rowley?
HC: No.
{And I explain this thing about Robert giving my home phone number to everybody.}
GIRL: ... But he gave me this number.
HC: Well, when did he gave it you?
GIRL: A few weeks ago, like last month.
HC: Hmm, we had this phone number for like 4 years now. Have you try a different area code? 740?
GIRL: No, it's 614, he gave it to me. {pauses} What's your name?
HC: {thinks} Some random guy you are talking to on the phone.
GIRL: Why does it take you so long to say your name? {starts to doubt - think that I am Robert} Why aren't you telling me your name?
HC: I am not comfortable giving you my name. I don't even know you.
GIRL: Well, my name is Julie (or something like that). Can you give me your name now?
HC: No. Like I said, I don't even know you.
{and then we converse a little bit but I forgot what's it about}
GIRL: I will call you back tomorrow then.
My guess is that, Robert met "Julie" at a bar, knocked her up, and left her my BLOODY (home) phone number like he had done numerous time before. And now she found out about her pregnancy and calling me instead.
I should think of some strategies to fend her off tomorrow, but I have an AP test tomorrow so I better go study a little bit.
{to be continued ...} (if she calls again tomorrow)
