22: true love

not much has changed, eh? 

22: sorry to the man i won't mention

earlier today i received a phone call from the person who supposedly sent me the I'll-kill-you text. his phone was stolen by "ignant" people, who must have seen my number and thought it was funny to harass me. im so relieved. the unmentionable is restored (somewhat) in my eyes. although we aren't together anymore, i still respect him for his rational, stable personality - and i hope i always will!

so i'm sorry, unmentionable one. 

crisis averted. 

22: sorry steve wellman

another journal pic: sophomore year, high school.

last night my sisters and I suffered quite the debacle. I received 15 threatening text messages from an unmentionable:

"I don't want to talk to x, fuck you bitch ILL K I LL Y OU!"

i flipped out and immediately phoned my sister, Jackie, who promptly contacted my other sister, Cassie - like a makeshift Charlie's Angels team we attacked the situation with all the brains and courage we could muster. I tried to call this unmentionable person back, but my number was "blocked" - or so I thought.

robin: Jackie, his phone is blocking mine, will you three way him?
Jack: I'm on it. I'll try to get Cass on the line, too.

Jackie and Robin call - from area code 561, Florida.

riiiiing, riiiing, riiiiiing

SW: hello?
robin: put @*@* on the phone.
SW: excuse me?
robin: i know who you are. put him on the phone.
SW: i'm sorry you have the wrong number.

hangs up.

robin: what the f was that all about? he sounds like he's twelve.
jackie: i don't know, but it has to be him. cassie says she wants to call him.

cassie calls - from colorado.

riiiiiiing.

SW: hello?
cass: hey buddy, put **** on the phone.
SW: who IS this? ?
cass: don't mess around.
SW: My name is Steve Wellman. I'm sorry, you have the wrong number. Stop callling!

hangs up.

jackie and robin call again - from connecticut.

riiiiiiing.

robin: HEY. I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. PUT **** ON THE PHONE!
SW: My name is Steve.
robin: Oh yeah, Steve? How long have you had this phone number.
SW: I've had this phone for five years.
jackie: (snickers) yeah right.
robin: Ok "Steve", why did you send me a text threatening to KILL me!!
SW: I do not know what you are talking about, mam.

hangs up.

robin: hey jack, are you sure you are dialing the right number?
jack: yeah, here it is ********
robin: um... that's not it.
jack: crap! cassie was calling it too!
robin: uh-oh. steve welllman just got ambushed from macs around the country.

the night ended with me talking to jackie on i-video until the wee hours of the morning, cassie advising me to call the police, my sponsor calling to make sure i was safe.... and this morning i woke up to four phone calls, one panicked message, and a knock on the door from the security guy.

why me?

question: why do I seem to drive men INSANE? I infuriate them to the point of no return.


while I ponder this question, I want to send this amends out into the universe:

Dear Steve Wellman,

I apologize profusely for last night's unseemly situation. My sisters and I want you to know that we never meant to bother you, or question your identity... or your manhood, or your honesty - we never meant call you demeaning names, or phone you from all corners of the country.

Sincerely, apologetically, and pitifully:

Robin, Cassie, Jackie and Sampson Mac.