May 9, 2007
Current mood:relaxed
Alright, I know I'm awake and it wasn't a dream that "Jim" from "Fantasy Phone" just called me. Now normally I don't answer the phone for people I know, much less a "restricted" number. "Jim" tells me that someone paid $15 bucks for him to call me, him, with his ridiculous Philly accent. So sexy. He tells me that some female friend of mine gave him my number because I need to "relax." According to "Jim" he relaxed some 73 year old woman recently, it was arranged by her daughter. Female friend? The last person I would expect to arrange this? Damn right. So I said uh huh until we got to some sort of table on the side of the road...I was wearing a navy blue short skirt and ruffled blouse with a red front-close bra and "boy shorts." There was also a garter belt and black stockings. "Uh huh." He promised to tell me who it was that "arranged" this at the end of the phone call so I did my best to play along...well, no I didn't. What the fuck?! JIM wanted me to tell him what he was wearing and I was trying not to laugh. Jim was getting annoyed with me, I could tell. "I have other calls to make," he told me. "You're not into this at all, are you?" he asked. Nope. I don't know you, I don't have a car. Why would (was it his car or mine?) I stop to help him or if it was him helping me why would I get right to fucking him on a table on the side of the road? Come on!
I'll call her back and tell her you weren't into it, I don't want to waste her money.
Yeah Jim, you do that.
P.S. "Jim" is 6' 3" and my "friend" should call me back around 7:30. It was 8:10 when he called. And he asked me if I was a "modern girl."
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