It was just after 7 in the morning.
No info on CID but I answer anyway, I mean it's 7AM telemarketers don't wake up that early
So, this is where it gets weird. A guy is on the other end, says hello to me, uses my "birth" name, asks how I am. I ask who he is and he refuses to answer, " you don't know who this is?"
I am terrible at that, names, voices, faces and to boot, I have no memory right now.
He knows my name! WTF?? who is it? So I keep trying to figure it out. He asks if he woke me up, I tell him no -- I have 2 kids to get to school. He asks if I am drinking my coffee -- my inner alarm goes off-- I don't drink coffee, most of my friends know this.
He asks again if he woke me, I tell him no and ask again for him to give up a name. He goes into a masquerade ball thing -- "I guess you don't like them, you want to unveil before the excitement happens," he says.
Okay, I am freaked.
At that point he starts talking, about how he was disapointed about not being able to wake me up, how he loves hearing a woman streach when they first wake up in bed. How he likes to kiss on them and touch...
At that point I hung up. I freaked. I mean, I don't give my number out to anyone and as far as I know, I am unlisted (have been since I moved here). But still, if it is (I haven't checked the new book...) it should be in Donnie's name.
I call donnie at work, he comes home and after the kids get on the bus, I go to work with him for the day. I mean, if some weirdo can have my name and number, he could have the addy to go with it and what am I going to do to defend myself when I can't see my feet???