I was lying in the sun by my condos community pool working on my midseason tan. . Instead of an actual swimsuit, I was wearing black bikini underpants. I had purposely worn them because they were light, I wasn't intending to get in the pool, and they had the bikini cut I wanted for my tan.
My cell phone rang but I ignored it, and let the answering machine answer it. It rang again, and I ignored it again. Then it rang a third time and I picked it up and looked at the caller display to see who was calling. It was a blocked number so I didn't answer it. I set the phone down and was just settling back on the lounge chair when it rang again. I picked it up and looked at the caller display. It was blocked. I punched the button sending the call to the answering machine and set the phone down. Two minutes later it rang again.
I answered it. "Hello?" I said irritably hoping the caller perceived my irritation.
"Is this Dan?" asked a deep male voice with a touch of southern drawl.
"Yes. Who is this?" I asked. Intrigued that the caller knew my name but I didn't recognize the voice.
"Well before we get to who I am, I want to be sure I'm talking to the right Dan. Are you lying out by the pool in skimpy black bikini underpants getting a tan?" asked the voice in a suggestive tone.
"Who is this?" I asked again, surprised anyone at this condo complex would notice me, an overweight, middle aged, white guy, working on his suntan in the middle of a week day, with no one in sight or near the pool.
"Who are you and why are you watching me?" I asked my irritation clear in my voice. I was beginning to think this guy was some unwanted stalker or local crazy just escaped from the loony bin.
"I've been watching you," Said the voice. "You've been exercising, you've lost some weight, gotten some muscle tone, and you're looking much better now than when I first saw you." Purred the male voice, in what was now clearly a suggestive tone.
"Well thank you very much." I said now convinced this was a crank call. "How observant of you to notice I've exercising and lying out here in the sun getting a tan." I said sarcastically and hung up.
My phone rang as soon as I put it down. I ignored it. It rang again. I ignored it. It rang again. I glanced at the caller ID ... it was from a blocked number - again. This was too much. "Quit calling me, damn it!" I almost shouted into the phone. "I'm not interested in talking to you."
But before I could hang up he said in a low voice, "That was very rude of you to hang up on me after I had just given you such a nice complement. I just wanted to tell you I'm a photographer and I've taken some photos of you lying by the pool. I wanted to share them with you, so I sent them to your email, and thought I'd tell you about them."
"Are you going to tell me who you are? And how did you get my phone number and email?" I was really irritated now.
"Aren't you just a little curious about the photos I took of you?"