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In the dead of the night, my cell phone buzzed, breaking into my much beloved sleep and annoying me no end. I picked the damn phone, noting the time (which was well past midnight), seeing the unknown number on the screen I wondered who would be calling me at this hour.
"Hello," I said, very annoyed, and very rude.
"Hi," said the voice on the other side. Even at that time it struck me with how manly it was and at the same time, how sweet. Still, I being me had to be annoyed at something, though I was forgetting exactly what it was I had to be annoyed at.
"Who are you and what the hell do you want?" I shrieked into the phone hoping that the caller would think I was crazy and disconnect. I could have done that myself, but lately I seemed to have lost the ability to hang up on someone. So I was hoping that he would do it. At that time I didn't realize how much I wanted him to keep talking to me. The simple 'hi' seemed to have taken my sleep away.
"Wanna be friends?"
And that casual statement took my breath away.
But being the kind of moron I am, I ended up saying... "Don't bother me, I have to sleep."
"Ok,"
Beep.
'Call ended -- 00:00:32'
I couldn't imagine that he had actually hung up. It wasn't possible to feel what I was feeling, not after a phone call that had lasted 32 seconds. I mean, just 32 seconds. I decided that I was sleepy and that is why my mind wasn't working. I decided to forget the whole episode of the phone call that lasted 32 seconds and go back to sleep. So I slept, or tried to anyway.
Very hard.
The next day at school was a blur for me. I was very sleepy having lost my sleep the night before, thanks to Mr. 32 second caller. I still hadn't been able to make up my mind about whether to call him or not.
The day passed, night came. But instead of sleeping, I kept tossing and turning in bed waiting for his call. And finally, after one hour of this tossing and turning business I decided to call him. I dialed the number and waited for him to pick up the phone...
'No answer', flashed on my screen. Disappointed, I went to sleep with the phone in my hand.
I dreamed of the night before and the only change in the whole scenario was that that he hadn't hung up, I hadn't been so rude. I could not imagine the extent to which I was becoming involved. The extent to which this caller had affected my life was terrifying.
I woke up with jumbled thoughts to the ringing of my phone. I glanced at the screen and for the first time I remember, I was grateful for someone breaking into my sleep.
"Hello," I said almost breathless with gratitude and excitement.
"Hi. You called up?" the voice was still the same. The only difference was that I wasn't annoyed and I wasn't going to pretend to be.
"Yeah... I was wondering...sorry about last night...I mean for being rude...I was a little... you know... I was sleeping and you called," I couldn't believe that I was fumbling, tripping on my words. No one had ever brought that out in me before, I am still not sure if that's good or bad.
"It's okay. Relax. I shouldn't have called you at that time. It was my fault. And yeah you still haven't answered my question."
"What question?"
"About being friends, I asked you last night... but I think you were too annoyed to answer," I couldn't imagine why was he being so patient with me, but I was happy anyway.
"Oh, yeah... sure, what's your name?"
"Samuel, you can call me Sam... now don't ask me how I got your number."
"Okay, how did you get my number?"
"I got it from Google."
"You expect me to believe that?"
"Absolutely,"
"I'm sure I do," that's the way I started talking to him. We finally hung up at four that night. Still, I lay awake in bed, thinking of him.
We talked mostly about nothing. I found out that he was twenty four, six years elder to me, and worked as a trainer in a BPO, which was cool by my standards.
He told me that I was beautiful and on his strict instructions I did not ask him where he had seen me. He told me that I had an amazing voice, though I could not tell him that I thought the same about his. I just couldn't get the right words at that moment. There was something so vital about him. I just couldn't understand how I had lived without that all these years. There was something very profound, some underlying depth, even with his casual statements. He made me realize that most of the guys I had dated were 'guys'. He was a man.
And I would make him my man.
I simply couldn't understand how it was possible, but I had fallen head first in love. No, 'dived' would be a perhaps a better word.
Even with barely three hours of sleep under my arm, I was feeling energized the next day. I was not at all sleepy as I stormed through my classes all day, a warm glow flowing through me, a newfound energy surging through my whole being.
I didn't know how tired I was until I hit the bed that night, blissfully exhausted. I went to sleep...thinking of him.
I knew the phone would ring, and when it did that night, it didn't startle me... it only gave me a sense of familiarity. I seriously didn't understand why I was feeling what I was, but I suppose you aren't supposed to understand or question emotions, you are supposed to take them as they come, and enjoy them.
That's exactly what I did.
My mistake.
"Hi,"
"Hi", he said with an ease that's a little difficult to come across at two in the morning.
"So, how was your day?" I asked.
"Bad...my boss is a menacing monster...there is nothing she loves more than tormenting me..." he said feeling sorry for himself.
