at 2 50 in the morning.

Some of my faves are

~My ex-gf who drunk-dialled me from her bachelorette party
~The black chick from North Carolina who remained firmly unconvinced that I was white (I'm the whitest guy imaginable)

and now, added to that illustrious list, is the following conversation:

Monday, December 4, 2006, 2 50 am.

Phone ringing. Why is John calling? He's ten feet away.
Look at the number. "Withheld." Probably a wrong number.
"Hello?"
"Hi!"
Don't recognize the voice, cheery female, probably early to mid twenties.
There's also a strange intermittent buzzing noise on the line.
"Hi..."
"Whaaaaaat are you doing?"
Still don't recognize the voice. Not even familiar.
"I'm at work right now. What are you doing?" buzz buzz.
"I'm thinking about you."
... what? This is where I lost control of the conversation. That's just NOT the sort of things girls say to me.
"Oh... well... cool."
"Do you know who this is?"
"Not... not really." buzz buzz.
"Guess."
"Ummm... uh... ah... Give me a clue."
"I'm beautiful."
That doesn't help any, I know lots of beautiful girls.
"Give me another."
"TLAC."
... what? For a minute, I was unsure of the word she said, but no, it was definitely "TLAC."
"...okay, umm..."
"I've done plays with you. Acted on stage." buzz buzz.
"Ah.... uh..."
"Just give me a guess. One guess."
Okay, picking a name at random.
"Um, Judy."
"Yes."
It wasn't Judy. I knew it wasn't, because I've heard Judy's voice in all sorts of different emotional moments. I've heard it happy, sad, irritated, frustrated, angry, and every single way inbetween, and this was not her voice, and Mystery Girl wasn't using any of Judy's- for lack of a better word- Judyisms.
"You sound very different."
"There must be something going around." buzz buzz.
I saw Judy 9 hours ago, chick, She was doing fine. Sounded just like herself.
"Why is your number coming up "Withheld"?"
"Aren't I in your address book?"
"Judy is, yeah, but it wasn't her number that came up."
"Well, that's weird, it should have." buzz buzz.
"Who is this, really?"
"You don't believe me?"
"Well, you don't sound anything like Judy, and your number came up "withheld," instead of how I have it listed in my address book, so..."
"If you don't want to talk to me, I'll just go."
"No no no, all I'm saying is..."
click.

And darn it, I wanna know who it was.
It's driving me nuts.

-Rifty