random phone call

The guy on the phone said he was looking for someone else. He asked for such & such and I told him he's got the wrong number. He asked me which number he'd rang. I asked him what number he was after. He read out my number.
I knew the owners of the house. They had lived there for a long time and before them an old man. No one by the name of the person this guy was after had ever lived there.
He begins chatting with me saying he may as well make the most of a wrong number.
He phoned again a couple more times to chat talking about Steven King books and asking me about my interests. There was no personal discussion aside from discussing single status and what we look like. The guy was truthful enough saying he had a girth broader than his shoulders and he was older than me.
Then one day he suggests we meet, I agree, he picks a date and time. I bring a friend. As soon as I saw him I knew he was not my type. He was older and broader than I expected, short and had a particular unattractiveness to him. My friend and I sat with him and had a drink chatting. It came easy enough since we'd spoken so much over the phone.
It's time to go so he walks us to my car. As we get to my door he reaches in to give me a proper kiss. I turn my face so he'll kiss my cheek. He asks if we'll see each other again and I'm very direct and tell him no.

Thinking about it years later. How did he get my number? What if the call wasn't as random as he claimed? Strange things happened in that house. Middle of the night phone calls often. Rubbish going missing. Hearing someone walking around outside the house at night time.

I was so naive innocent and trusting back then.

train story .. God vs mums

On the train there was a man from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints telling the guy next to him how God is better than mum's. He told the man God teaches  us tolerance and is non-judgmental. The man sniffed vigorously and continuously the entire time.


Mum's teach us manners. God doesn't.

ants

ant

ever thought when we're gone we're gone forgotten no-one remembers our existence.

just another squashed ant