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I made a pervy, heavy-breathing, dirty-talking caller hang up on me one time. Back in the day before people had automatic redial and all that, he was calling young women at my dorm. People were all up in arms. Girls were claiming to be traumatized by this guy. It was being written about regularly in the school paper. And so on.
So this guy called me when I was on my way out one day. He started talking dirty. He presented a few juicy details about what he'd like to do with me, a description of what he wasn't wearing, and a description of what he was holding in his hand.
I told him I was interested. "I really like what you are saying, and I want to have the time to to really talk this out with you. Unfortunately, I'm on my way out. Can you give me your phone number, so I can call you back and finish this conversation another time?"
So he said, "I know where you live."
And I said, "Well, that's cool, but I don't know where you live. You see, I have these urges sometimes, too. I would really like to call you when I'm in the mood. It's just not fair that you get to call me and I can't call you, especially since I'm busy right now, but I'd like to take you up on your offer later. Can you give me your number, so I have someone to call when I'm in need?"
That's when he hung up.