Respect My Privacy

So, I just got this weird phone call. Mind you it’s 1 am, yeah I stay up till 6 or so in the morning but no one in their right mind calls me this late.

Bewildered but expecting one of my friends needing help or something of the sort I dig it out of my purse anyway. The caller ID says private. I only know one person who appears as private but she shouldn’t be up this late let alone have to use that phone anymore. Just incase it’s important I still answer. Mind you no one calls me unless it’s important. I’m not the kind of person that you want to talk to on the phone.

So I pick up and it’s the boy- that’s the first warning sigh. Not only don’t I know the person but I sure as heck don’t give my number out the anyone of the male species unless I know them well enough to recognize their voice even with the flu.

He says ‘hey’. Like I should know who it is. I say ‘who is this’. He says his name is- well, let’s just call him J. I don’t know anyone off the top of my head by his name, another bad sigh. I ask ‘J who?’, a thought occurs that this person might have the wrong number. ‘Who are you looking for’ I ask. He names me and I ask who he is again but he seems reluctant to give me a last name. Says he went to high school with me. I don’t remember a J.

So I hang up. Naturally.

I grumbled to my Hunny and went back to my laptop content to pretend it was a wrong number in some way or another. Then the phone rings again. I groan and glare at my tie-died cell. Hunny generously offers to answer for me. I thank him and hand over the phone, listening in earnest.

Hunny is polite but forceful and gets a last name out of the kid. I’ve never heard this last name. Ever. I say as much to my Hun and J gives him that line about how we went to school together. Hun reiterates that I don’t have any memory of him and finally gets the point I had almost over looked at this point by asking ‘what do you want?’.

There is a pause and then a ‘well she’s not interested buddy’ and a ‘don’t call again’ before my Hunny hangs up. This J guy apparently wanted to see or hang out with me sometime. I promptly turned the phone off afterwards.

This has me very upset to be honest. The worst thing someone can do to me is invade my carefully constructed privacy and giving my number out is just one of the worst ways they can do it. I’ve worked hard to keep my name(s) and aliases online nearly untraceable via the internet, something I’m very good at.

There are only two people still attending high school that could have given my number out. One I wouldn’t think would do it and the other, well, let’s just say I only gave my number to her in case she needed help. Mind you, if I were still in public school I would have graduated last or this year depending on how you look at my credit situation. The last high school I attended was officially two years ago. That aside-

I plan on tracking down whoever has given my number out. I’m not happy about this and the last thing I need is random people calling me and trying to get me to go ‘party’ with them when it takes me three weeks to make a call myself and the only parties I have are with family.

Anyway, this post isn’t important but I felt like venting and writing helps me think through things better.

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