Caller: Hey, where are you located?
Gotta love a guy who calls up strange women and demands to know where they are before he even says hello.
Me: Who is this?
Me: Do I know you, Bob?
Caller: I think so. Where are you located?
Me: No, clarify for me. Do-I-know-you?
Caller: I think so.
There's a silence while I pause to see if Bob is going to explain why he’s twice stated that he thinks I know him. He doesn’t. This doesn't seem like a question that's open to vague interpretation, but apparently Bob sees it differently. Let's try to sharpen his understanding.
Me: Bob, yes or no – have I met you before or not?
Caller: I’m not sure, but tell me your address I’ll know.
Oh, wow, that’s special. Bob is asking me to believe that he doesn’t remember people he’s played with, but he remembers their addresses. Mmm, no, I don’t think so. I was less choosy when I first began my career as the Mistress, but even way back in the beginning I don’t believe I would have dealt with someone so abrupt and pushy. I would bet any amount of money I have never met this guy. And I sure as hell don’t want to now.
Me: No, I’m not telling you my address. Why don’t you think it over and see if you can come up with some other way of remembering if you know me.
Click. He hangs up. The song If You Don’t Know Me By Now runs through my head. This guy will definitely not be knowing me…