the only thing worse
than bad memories
is no memories at all..
[dismemberment plan]
1.31.2006
Creep on the Phone.
I was at a meeting for an NYU publication when my cell phone rang. I quietly extricated myself from the table and answered my phone (which is currently this monstrous abomination, due to circumstances beyond my control).
It was a call from a man I met many months ago, whom I'll call "Greg." I really don't know the dude, so the conversation was quite awkward.
It went as follows:
Me: Hello? Greg: Oh hey, it's Greg. Me: Oh, hi. I'm kind of in a meeting right now... G: Oh, sorry (random apologetic mumbling). Can you hang out tonight? Me: Um. What did you want to do? G:To fuck you. Me: Uh. Oh. I see. No, I think I'm going to have to pass. G: You really have no idea what you're missing out on. I have an 11-inch penis... All of the Asian girls I've fucked love it... I... (continues ad nauseam)...
(**rapidly pressing "END CALL" button**)
Honestly. If I could reach through my cell phone and punch this motherfucker "Greg" in the brain, I would have. What the fuck is wrong with people?
[Peek-a-Foo]