Infidelity and I

1:00am

*My phone rings. The number is restricted. I don't answer. I go to bed.*

2:30am

*My phone rings. It's another restricted number. I figure someone really needs to get a hold of me so I pick up the phone.*

me: Hello?

x: Who is this?

me: Um.........Grant.

x: Iskeishathere?

me: What?

x: IsKEISHAthere?

me: I can't understand the name you're saying.

x: KEISHA. Is KEISHA there.

me: I think you have the wrong number.

x: NO I don't.

me: Um.....

x: Is Keisha with you?

me: Nobody named Keisha is here?

x: Do you wanna f****** start something?

me: No!

x: Good.

(long pause)

x: Are you sleeping with my wife?

me: (somewhat exasperated) No!

x: Is she there?

me: No. I don't even know who you are?

x: YES you do.

me: You have me confused with someone. My name is GRANT.

x: I know! Are you with her?

me: Look, guy, I don't even know who you are.

*click*


2:45am

*My phone rings. It's a restricted number. Getting the feeling that this guy is going to keep calling me I pick up to try and convince him he has a wrong number.*

me: Yeah?

x: Who is this?

me: I already told you. My name is GRANT.

*click*


So yeah. Some guy thinks I'm sleeping with his wife, Keisha. I'm just trying to figure out how he got my number, how he decided that I was the guy having an affair with his wife, and why he wouldn't rethink his strategy after being told he had a wrong number.

And just so you know, no, I'm not sleeping with some guy's wife. You know, in case you thought that was something I'd do. Sleep with some guy's wife. And then write about it on my blog.

He hasn't called back so I'm assuming he realized that the sleepy sounding guy on the other end of the phone was not the guy he was after.

Sometimes I wonder why my life is so strange.