Apparently there is more than one person in this city that sees getting the wrong number as an opportunity to meet new people. This is the second time someone has tried his luck with me in this fashion, which is a little mind-blowing to me, since the callers know nothing at all about me, beyond the fact that I have a New York number. I could be hideous and deranged, for all they know. Even more absurd that the latest phone call came at 3:47 a.m. on a Tuesday.
me: Hello?
caller: [Pause] Hey, who is this?
me: ...Lisa.
caller: What part of New York are you in?
me: ...Brooklyn. I need to go back to sleep now.
caller: Where'd you go to school?
me: Not around here. Okay, I'm gonna go back to sleep.
caller: Where'd you go to school?
me: Okay, goodbye.
He didn't call back. I wonder if he had more luck with any of the people he called after me. I should hope not.
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People We Like. I've got a new photo in The Morning News: the co-owners of Frank White, an unusual coffee shop in my neighborhood. — 07.17.08 Charles Atlas will make a man of you! "Against Atlas' better judgment, I declined performing all of my exercises in the nude." (accompanying shirtless photo of the author taken by me.) — 07.17.08 Cat on a Leash. I am totally buying a leash for Coleman asap. — 06.25.08 The Brooklynites. Great photos of a wide range of people from my favorite borough. (Thanks to Kurt [a talented photographer himself] for passing this on.) — 12.19.07 Killer Boob. My childhood (and current!) friend Sarah talks about her experience with breast cancer on her well written and charming blog. She's an American living in Belgium and happens to be one of the best people I know. — 12.19.07 |
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