A psycho called me last night. A woman. Blocked number, female voice. She must be young, ipso facto the phone call (immature). Other than that, I have no idea who she is or what her problem is with me.
As I told Sissy about it this morning, it occurred to me, I seem to attract this kind of thing. Sissy, for example, has never had one of these psycho-woman phone calls. Me, I’ve had several.
My first female stalker was the girlfriend of my ex when I first met him. Of course, at the time he told me she was an ex-girlfriend, but given his propensity toward lying and cheating and her insane reaction to me, I think she was probably current girlfriend who got shuffled aside when new girlfriend (me) came along. She didn’t take it well. She got ahold of my number and started calling late at night when she knew I was at home. First just hang-up calls and then heavy breathing. Then finally she progressed to saying things like “You’re gonna die.” At which point, I told Gary to tell her to knock it off. Which he did, and which she did.
Then a few years ago I went out with a guy a couple of times. We had a date to meet at a Halloween carnival at Elzie O, with Rosanna and her Lord Byron. Rosanna had called this guy to confirm the time and left a voice mail on his cell phone. As we waited for him outside (he was late), her phone rang and some woman said she was Clay’s wife and why was Rosanna sleeping with her husband? You’d have to know Rosanna and see her reaction to understand why this was so funny. We laughed and laughed. The woman had hacked into his voicemail and got Rosanna’s number, thinking she was the one he’d been seeing lately. Well it wasn’t long before she sniffed down the right trail and found my number. By that time I wasn’t seeing him anymore, but she called and harassed me for several weeks before I told Clay that if his wife called me one more time I would start contacting people at his job and asking for their help in getting this problem resolved. The phone calls stopped.
And then, just recently, when I had posted my rooms for rent online, I got a response from a guy who said he was going through a divorce and wanted to see the rooms. He made an appointment to come by, and then didn’t show up. I called him to see what happened, and then I called him again a few days later to see if he was still interested. Late one night, the phone rang with his name on caller id, and it was his wife. On and on about George, this is his wife and who are you and why are you calling my husband? I didn’t tell her about the rooms for rent, not my business to tell her that her husband is moving out. I just told her I had posted an ad online to which her husband responded. Nothing sexy or romantic, sorry. Apparently she didn’t believe me, she called again two more times.
And now, last night again. Some woman telling me I better be careful. She said, “You’re an older woman, I’d hate to see you get yourself into trouble.” Which is a funny thing. Older, as in frail? Like I’m 80? Or older than whom? Older than her, obviously. And clearly, this is about a man, it’s always about a man, isn’t it? Older than him? Strangely enough, for the first time in my life, I’m involved with men who are younger than me. I’m dating younger men, so I guess that makes me an “older woman.” Is that what she meant? Was she concerned that I might get myself into trouble, being unable to keep up with the libido of a younger man? Ha, aha-ha.
She called on my cell phone, which means she must have harvested the number lovingly from the man’s cell phone contact list or his called number list. Like any good psycho would do. But that doesn’t narrow it down much, since everybody I know calls me on my cell phone instead of home phone. Being one who rather enjoys drama, I am, of course, curious what this is about. Heck, I wish that I had done something to deserve being stalked, but alas, my life has been rather undramatic lately. She’s wasting her insanity, she should save it until there’s a reason for her to feel threatened by me.
