To recap (read Part 1 here): I have been getting bizarre messages from some guy who thinks I’m someone else. For the sake of this blog, let’s call him Wrong Number Guy. Our story continues with a barrage of voicemails from this guy, all within a three-hour period, and getting increasingly desperate.
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The first message of the evening seemed pretty innocuous, just your run-of-the-mill voicemail, really…
6/3/2010 7:45 PM
Yo, give me a call when you get this message. All right? Bye-bye.
Then — I imagine — he figures if he gets a friend to call, she will pick up. So this message was not from the same number, but from some number listed in North Carolina.
6/3/2010 8:47 PM
Hey, little mama. Uh, Dre was telling me to call you and said that, um, I needed to meet you. Well, if you still need me to meet you, give me a call back. Thank you.
Of course, there is the very distinct possibility that North Carolina Dude is a dealer. It does start sounding fishy the further I get into the pool of messages…
I think this next message is the funniest of all, because Wrong Number Guy forgot to hang up the phone. So even though the bulk of his message is two sentences long, the message runs longer than 4 minutes.
6/3/2010 8:51 PM
Hey, I’m trying to call you. Give me a call back. All right? [Here follows more than 3 minutes of party background noise]
And as soon as the voicemail runs out, he calls again. Desperate much, Wrong Number Guy?
6/3/2010 8:53 PM
Yo, give me a call! I keep trying to call you; you ain’t picking up. [More party noises, but he remembers to hang up this time]
Now his tone of voice gets increasingly frustrated. I think at this point she has started texting him, asking why he hasn’t called her yet.
6/3/2010 9:00 PM
Hey, my man keep calling you, I keep calling you, you ain’t picking up the phone! You talking about you, you don’t want to go through this, I’ve been trying to call you! You gotta pick up the phone! This is my fifth time calling you! You ain’t picking up your phone! I’m in _______ ready to come see you, man! Bye.
…and then, 6 minutes later…
6/3/2010 9:06 PM
Yo, I’m calling you, man, I’m trying to call you, man, it’s like my fifth fucking time. You keep texting me and shit. Pick up your phone. My man’s calling you too, man; he got, he wants to take care of you. All right? Come on. You ain’t picking up your phone. I don’t know what’s, what’s going on with that.
Maybe at this point he realizes that he sounds super desperate and decides to play it cool and wait 30 minutes before calling again.
6/3/2010 9:36 PM
Yo, girl, get off the fucking phone! Girl, what’s wrong with you? You want me to do something for you, you won’t pick up the goddamn phone, what the fuck am I supposed to do? Pick up your goddamn phone.
At this point, judging from the background noise, he is no longer at a party. It sounds like there is a baby in the background, so maybe he’s home? Or maybe he’s at someone else’s house?
6/3/2010 9:52 PM
Yo, this is my seventh time calling you. You want me to do something for you, and you won’t pick up your phone. Come on! What’s wrong, baby? Give me a call, tell me something! All right?
At this point, I was spared another message, because I got out of rehearsal at 10:00 PM and listened to all the messages…rather, I played them on speaker to listen to with a friend, who said, “Dude, you’ve got to give this guy a call back. Someone is going to get in trouble.”
So I did call him back…and I’ll tell you all about it in my next post.
The Wrong Number Guy series continues with Part 3.