at which point a wave of creepy washed over me
Just got a wrong number call. I asked the person to repeat the name... it sounded vaguely like my sexual assaulter's name. I said there was no one here by that name. When I got off the phone, I realized the caller had botched the last name and she was, in fact, calling for that horrible person. Instantly, I felt sick. I tried calling back the number... dig this: American Express's automated system. Now why the HELL is my phone number associated with his credit card? This is fucking creepy. There's no way I can call back and get that same person, sadly. I wish I was a little faster on the up-take, but his name--and its mispronunciation--is something I've tried to eradicate from my memory.
Add to this: the one person I'd like a hug from right now doesn't know about this fucked up episode of my life yet, so I'm kind of alone in this feeling. Virtual hugs are much appreciated. I think I'll go for a walk.
Add to this: the one person I'd like a hug from right now doesn't know about this fucked up episode of my life yet, so I'm kind of alone in this feeling. Virtual hugs are much appreciated. I think I'll go for a walk.