I rarely get scared. Anxious...yes...but not scared. I lived in the ghetto in Dallas...the ghetto! Seriously, my neighbors told me not to go out at night and if I had to for any reason to make sure that one of them escorted me to and from my car.
But this is different.
Evidently some girl gave out my phone number instead of hers...and now this random guy keeps calling me. I've tried answering and telling him that I am not the person he's looking for. I've tried letting it go to voicemail...which I then realized was a mistake because I say, "It's a beautiful day in Galveston." He's called multiple times, and honestly, I'd really like him to stop. I have no interest in talking with him or meeting him.
Needless to say, I will be locking my door tonight using all three locks.
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