Whispering Sweet Little Nothings in my Ear......

Sunday morning, when I turned on my cell phone, there were two voice mails waiting for me. I hadn't turned my cell off until around midnight Saturday night, so who could it be calling in the wee hours I wondered. Nothing for it but to listen and find out, so I started pressing the keys that let me listen.

Both messages were from the same guy. Yes. A guy. Calling me in the wee hours, speaking with a voice that was husky, sexy, and drunk as a coot. A voice full of need. He needed me to call. He needed to know that I was all right. He needed to learn more about me. He needed to know I was safe at home.

The only problem was....he thought he was talking to somebody whose name must begin with *C* because that's what he called her. *C* If her C name was pronounced with a hard C -- resulting in a K -- I'd have freaked out. Because then it could have really been me he needed so. Oh, well.

Another call came in later in the day. I didn't hear it. J. did. He informed the dude of his mistake. I hope he found his C. Unless....she intentionally gave him a wrong number.