Love Needs Its Beauty Sleep
Harassment, home, Phone, Strangers, Tennessee, USA | Romantic | January 7, 2019
(It’s very late at night, and I am sound asleep when my phone rings.)
Me: *groggily* “H’lo?”
Voice: “[Not My Name]? [Not My Name], it’s Bob.”
Me: “Bob?”
Voice: “Yes. I need to know how you feel about me.”
Me: “What?”
Voice: “Look. I’ve been in love with you for years, and I need to know if you feel the same way.”
Me: “Who is this?”
Voice: *impatiently* “It’s Bob; you know me!”
Me: “It’s 2:30 in the morning. I don’t know who you are, and if you were in love with me, then you’d know better than to call me at this hour.”
Voice: “Look! I just—“
Me: “If you want to talk to me about this, find me and talk to me about it in broad daylight. I don’t love anybody right now. I’m tired. Goodbye.”
(I hung up and went back to sleep. I never got another phone call from the mysterious Bob, and no one ever confessed their hitherto unknown love for me. Seriously, though, there is no confession of love that can’t wait until at least sunrise
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