Man, on cell phone
“I love you. Did you hear me? I said I loooooove you, love you. It’s true, true. You’re so quiet; talk to me ... Oh, honey, don’t say that ... No, not that, that’s ... No listen ... Ok, give me a moment here ... No, of course, you deserve a moment ... I just ... I just ... Are you finished ... Just tell me this, tell me, will you ... Oh, well, that. I’d like to think we’re past that ... Yes, I know how you feel ... Yes, me too ... Yes, yes, really ... yes, yes, time, time ... Do you ... Do you think ... Don’t you think that we ... Yes, I think that, too ... Are you well? ... I wish I could kiss you right now. .. Do you have some money?”
39 comments:
Probably a wrong number.
I really hope that a language barrier was involved.
Karin,
I'm not asking for any names, but I think I know the person at the distant end of that call.
Trulyfool
It always comes down to money....honey.
V
F***ing telemarketers.
Maybe it's the front porch or the hot night, but it felt a bit like Tennessee Williams to me - in a modernized, cell-phone kind of way.
I hope you understand, this eavesdropping was inad rather than ad vertent. Phoebe's a 14-year old boxer and likes to stop and smell the roses and, you know, other stuff.
But the money reference, at first I found it shocking. But then, "Do you have some money," might be his way of asking, "Do you need some money?"
As Phoebe never finds the same roses in the same place, I'll probably never find out.
Yeah, I took "Do you have some money?" as "Do you need some money?" But then I had to look back to confirm that this could not be a parent talking to a child.
Reminds me of the line from the song "Why Don't You Do Right," "Get out of here and bring me some money too."
You just need to bring some roses with you and drop them for Phoebe at the strategic moment and place.
It always comes down to money!
There's much great material here. "Talk to me ... don't say that." The money thing could go either way, couldn't it.
I wish I could help out with the beautiful white kitty in your sidebar, KB. I hope someone can.
Sounds like a call to a college freshman. Hahahaha!
Not knowing anything else, it sounds like the person on the other end is better off being away. (And I read the question about money as an offer of some.)
I wonder if your chatty neighbor reads your blog!
WV: phame; I wanna live forever!
Gotta love a guy who speaks from the heart.
Is it KCRW fund raiser time again?
Speaking of KCRW, I heard on NPR the other day that we're quickly changing our whole concept of privacy.
The Frenchman and I overheard an eerily similar telephone conversation outside our hotel window while in New Mexico. The guy had obviously been caught messin' around and he was doing his best to talk his way out of it. It was very entertaining. At one point, I felt like yelling some advice out the window to the woman on the other end of the line....
Money, money, money! ABBA is now runing rampant through my head....thanks for that deary!
I hope the answer from the gal on the other end of the phone was,"Heck ya, I need money!"
Aw! Isn't it romantic?
GREAT decision to end the story where you did. I don't think that even you could have improved on it.
The guy doesn't sound especially lovable, but let's also notice that he never gets to finish a sentence, or even a prepositional phrase . . . .
O Lord, I'm gonna pay for that. Was it worth it? he asked himself.
At least your overhearing gave you some inspiration.
Nicetragic story anyway.
DAYo.
Oh man, was this painful to read! I wanted to yell to the other end of the line "SHUT UP!" I wanted to hear what our end person could offer? I hope he would offer money if s/he needed it...
And that the whole call wasn't JUST about the money thing.
Ouch, this hurts to think of any more.
WV: hesigwas.
And he ain't no more.
This was hysterical! Particularly the punchline. However, when I read outloud to Barry, he was with you, AK, and thought it was an offer of funds. Sheesh, I hate getting my skeptical persona mixed up with the cynical one.
Hearing that conversation floating out to you in the dark must have made it all the more interesting. A little slice of life from Altadena
Oh Dez & Barry, as Shell said, this could go either way. The story may be sadly sweet, or very cold.
I don't care too much for money.
Money can't buy me love.
You're all missing the obvious. He's a gigolo.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN-4lX0QyZc
Banjo: what Brenda said.
Then again, I can't help wondering what preceded this conversation in their relationship.
clearly, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7a35GnfPTc
Drama, drama, drama! This is way better than TV ;-)
Sounds reasonable to me.
Ha, ha, some conversation...
Thanks for visiting my blog. Saw you wrote that I had the same name as your mother.
Have a nice day:)
Berit.
DB, I'm on the fence about that one, but I think anon is on to something.
Kaori -- and it's freeeeee!
All I ever hear on my dog walks are crickets and cicadas. I really hope it was an offer of money and not a request. Sounds like someone is having a hard time forgetting or forgiving.
Do you think? Yes, yes. Yes, Uh-huh. Really. Not a dime.
"Oh, well, that. I’d like to think we’re past that."
Oh dear. He strayed, she found out, she walked out, and he's lonely. I think "that," whatever it is, is harder for her to get past than it is for him. Don't take the money, girl.
@Bellis I think you're right. He was past it in five minutes!
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