No heavy breathing, but still weird.
Feb. 12th, 2004 06:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oneirophreniaAbout half an hour ago, something really weird happened. I was lying on the couch, grading papers (and somewhat dozing off in the process), when my cellphone rang. Caller ID blocked appeared on the face, but I figured...well, better answer it, since it could be one of my students trying to get a hold of me. So I answered: "Hello?"
"Who is this?" said a somewhat mushy, male voice from the other end.
"Uhh....Derek Pegritz," I replied
"Are you a homosexual?"
At this point, my eyebrows raised and I got a weird feeling...as though a platypus had walked over my grave on stilts, or something. Nonetheless, I was a bit amused, thinking: Hey, this must be one of my goofball friends pranking me! So: "No...?"
"Would you let me suck you off?" the strange voice asked, wheedling, whining, sounding more than a little confused, as though surprised at himself that he'd just ask to fellate a guy.
OK. Now I was definitely a little weirded out--though I was still thinking this was probably a joke. "No!" I laughed,
"You don't have to suck me, just let me suck you off," the voice continued. "Come on, just let me suck you off--can I suck you off?"
"Who is this?"
"Can I just suck you off?"
Whatever. I hung up. One second later, the phone rang again. Caller ID blocked. Oh, great, I wondered. What the hey is this, anyway...?
I answered: "Hello?"
There was a brief pause of silence. Then: "Well, can I?"
"Who the fuck is this?" I snarled. (Though, inside, I was starting to laugh.)
"Sean Williams. From Masontown."
I don't know any Sean (or Shaun, or Shon) Williams. Never heard the name before in my life. Probably an assumed name, but you never know--the dude did not sound very bright. So I hung up again without a further word.
Ring-a-ding-ding! The dumb sonofabitch called back again! This time, I didn't pick it up....I figured: Go ahead, weirdo, leave an incriminating message on my answering machine so I can call the fuzz, have them trace the call, and then hand over the message to them as evidence. I waited, waited...the phone stopped ringing. Waited some more, almost hoping for the New Message beep to go off. But it didn't.
What a strange occurrence! I doubt this character was actually looking for me in particularly, since when I answered the phone that first time he didn't seem to have a clue who I was--though he could've been faking....Hell, for all I know, my heroes at Crank Yankers have taken to just calling random cellphone numbers and acting silly! If that were so, cool. But if not...man, I've either been pranked by someone (which is okay: a little annoying at the time, but funnier the more I think about it), or I just got a random booty call from the most desperate gay man in existence.
"Who is this?" said a somewhat mushy, male voice from the other end.
"Uhh....Derek Pegritz," I replied
"Are you a homosexual?"
At this point, my eyebrows raised and I got a weird feeling...as though a platypus had walked over my grave on stilts, or something. Nonetheless, I was a bit amused, thinking: Hey, this must be one of my goofball friends pranking me! So: "No...?"
"Would you let me suck you off?" the strange voice asked, wheedling, whining, sounding more than a little confused, as though surprised at himself that he'd just ask to fellate a guy.
OK. Now I was definitely a little weirded out--though I was still thinking this was probably a joke. "No!" I laughed,
"You don't have to suck me, just let me suck you off," the voice continued. "Come on, just let me suck you off--can I suck you off?"
"Who is this?"
"Can I just suck you off?"
Whatever. I hung up. One second later, the phone rang again. Caller ID blocked. Oh, great, I wondered. What the hey is this, anyway...?
I answered: "Hello?"
There was a brief pause of silence. Then: "Well, can I?"
"Who the fuck is this?" I snarled. (Though, inside, I was starting to laugh.)
"Sean Williams. From Masontown."
I don't know any Sean (or Shaun, or Shon) Williams. Never heard the name before in my life. Probably an assumed name, but you never know--the dude did not sound very bright. So I hung up again without a further word.
Ring-a-ding-ding! The dumb sonofabitch called back again! This time, I didn't pick it up....I figured: Go ahead, weirdo, leave an incriminating message on my answering machine so I can call the fuzz, have them trace the call, and then hand over the message to them as evidence. I waited, waited...the phone stopped ringing. Waited some more, almost hoping for the New Message beep to go off. But it didn't.
What a strange occurrence! I doubt this character was actually looking for me in particularly, since when I answered the phone that first time he didn't seem to have a clue who I was--though he could've been faking....Hell, for all I know, my heroes at Crank Yankers have taken to just calling random cellphone numbers and acting silly! If that were so, cool. But if not...man, I've either been pranked by someone (which is okay: a little annoying at the time, but funnier the more I think about it), or I just got a random booty call from the most desperate gay man in existence.
