tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post4995248378463139539..comments2023-10-17T07:37:34.297-04:00Comments on motherbumper: not the post I lost earlier today*motherbumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16053978199395919666noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-26153410951489509432009-01-19T08:24:00.000-05:002009-01-19T08:24:00.000-05:00One morning in high school I woke up of a Saturday...One morning in high school I woke up of a Saturday and Mom told me some boy had left a letter for me in the mailbox: 7 pages, handwritten, from some guy I had a the most *passing* acquaintance with. Declaration of love and all that, and also he had changed all his classes to be near to me. Ew!Mimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10812707312289852258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-8433340887349916372009-01-18T16:34:00.000-05:002009-01-18T16:34:00.000-05:00fidget - OH MY HOLY HECK that sounds like it was h...fidget - OH MY HOLY HECK that sounds like it was horrible. It really pisses me off that you quit your cool sounding job over him plus all the other stuff.<BR/><BR/>weirdgirl - that is totally creepy and I'm glad it never went further than the phone calls. The fact that someone would go out of their way to figure out both your schedules is scary.motherbumperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053978199395919666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-10123203264575883772009-01-18T16:10:00.000-05:002009-01-18T16:10:00.000-05:00I used to walk everywhere because I was putting my...I used to walk everywhere because I was putting myself through college and I couldn't afford a car AND college so... I walked everywhere. At one point me and the now-hubs lived in this one apartment and it was busy season for him (taxes) so he was working a lot of late nights. For about 2-3 months during this one busy season I kept getting hang-up phone calls. Several a night, ONLY when my hubs wasn't there. And yeah, it did freak me out because SOMEONE was keeping track of our schedules and I was walking by myself to and from work most days, too. But like you, I was calmly scared. I told my downstairs neighbor who was a cop, and then I put this martial arts stick right next to the front door so I could pound anyone who tried to do more than phone call me.<BR/><BR/>However, Fidget's story REALLY makes me feel a little ill!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-11589836722599802302009-01-18T14:58:00.000-05:002009-01-18T14:58:00.000-05:00creepy. And no, I don't tend to attract weirdos ex...creepy. And no, I don't tend to attract weirdos except at work. Plus, I pretty much exist as the most luddite blogger ever. I barely use my land line.kittenpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-25529147846963658812009-01-18T01:20:00.000-05:002009-01-18T01:20:00.000-05:00my stalker freak whacked off in my bathroom using ...my stalker freak whacked off in my bathroom using my pretty body lotion. he also used to stare at me while I worked teaching tots gymnastics.. i quit that job over him. He'd stand on my door step for hours and when I disappeared (eg quit job and moved) he hounded my roommate. Dont ask me why we never called the police... i was stupid 20 yr old idiot is the only reason I can come up withAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-21545783513874995802009-01-18T00:18:00.000-05:002009-01-18T00:18:00.000-05:00I hardly ever use my phone. I don't know the numbe...I hardly ever use my phone. I don't know the number and I always look like a moron when someone asks me for it. <BR/><BR/>You never wore acid wash at all? Damn. I'm impressed.mamatuliphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02692442843330582571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-56500725500157404302009-01-16T23:18:00.000-05:002009-01-16T23:18:00.000-05:00You're so lucky. No one ever left me any messages...You're so lucky. No one ever left me any messages. I always had to face the non-blinking light on my machine. Sigh.Taniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09886049581948361060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-72960018675837276902009-01-16T21:24:00.000-05:002009-01-16T21:24:00.000-05:00I can only imagine how you must have felt listenin...I can only imagine how you must have felt listening to message after message.<BR/><BR/>I also don't care for the assumption now that you can be gotten in touch with at any moment. Aren't we allowed any peace?<BR/><BR/>(Say I, as I comment on your blog from my computer with two different email accounts and a tweetdeck open.)Stimeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09685801693683588805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-51996997862626485992009-01-16T21:04:00.000-05:002009-01-16T21:04:00.000-05:00I had one of those answering machines with the mic...I had one of those answering machines with the microcassette, and here's how romantic my heart is - I kept the cassette my former boyfriend would leave messages on after I got rid of the answering machine (well, and the boyfriend for that matter, too), and I kept it for a long time before I thought "Um, duh! I don't have any way to play this, and if I did, do I want to hear him asking me where I am all the time?"<BR/><BR/>Because he would. Ask me that. And if I wasn't there, he'd call my mom's house looking for me. Even in the middle of the night, which thrilled my mom, as you can imagine, even though you don't know my mom.<BR/><BR/>Can I stalk you? It would just consist of me saying "Hey," and then giggling a lot. :)for a different kind of girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04431273646365489225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-59873087904490130752009-01-16T19:05:00.000-05:002009-01-16T19:05:00.000-05:00i had a caller who would call and hang up, sometim...i had a caller who would call and hang up, sometimes breathing into the phone first, for two years in college. it was super creepy. i called the cops a few times and they said there was nothing they could do about it. in retrospect i know they were EFFING LYING, but i was young and naive. i can remember laying in bed wondering if i should unplug my phone so it wouldn't ring and then never actually doing it, just in case he came to kill me and i needed to dial 911. the phone calls eventually stopped and to this day i have no idea who it was.<BR/><BR/>on a side note, in florida if you're on welfare you can get a free cellphone. that pisses me off to no end. there's a commercial that runs like every 20 minutes during the day about it and in closing there's a gal saying 'now i can call my friends and family any time!'. are you kidding me???? ugh.<BR/><BR/>sorry if that was offensive. <BR/><BR/>ok, i'm not sorry, but i do hope it wasn't offensive.Aprilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15915351322324269632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-67960220500352910832009-01-16T17:36:00.000-05:002009-01-16T17:36:00.000-05:00I remember thinking I was so VERY grown up when I ...I remember thinking I was so VERY grown up when I got my first answering machine. Those little cassettes were totally awesome and high tech.<BR/><BR/>What's the next story about? Flashback Friday!Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01979925607834752536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-81854234937239674112009-01-16T16:29:00.000-05:002009-01-16T16:29:00.000-05:00The first apartment I had I shared with my best fr...The first apartment I had I shared with my best friend and this guy would call us and leave dirty messages. We NEVER picked up our phone but would have to listen to him leave the messages if we were home. Once he said "Oh, I see you just turned on a light", which we had, going into the kitchen. That freaked us. A few calls later, he told us our apartment number, so he'd been in the building. I was 18 just, and it freaked me out - both of us. One night my roomie's boyfriend and my future husband were over and they both recognized the guy's voice (they all worked together). The caller was a day labourer and they put the screws to him. He never called again.Baby in the Cityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01167558214100594817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-7565286792469941802009-01-16T15:32:00.000-05:002009-01-16T15:32:00.000-05:00Ahh... I loved the microcassette, especially when ...Ahh... I loved the microcassette, especially when it got caught in the machine and you had to carefully wind it back in so you could hear the precious messages.<BR/><BR/>Sigh. <BR/><BR/>I'm frickin' old.Mandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14586323120994967027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-81953327654601608462009-01-16T14:31:00.000-05:002009-01-16T14:31:00.000-05:00Sounded oh so creepy, especially the part about bu...Sounded oh so creepy, especially the part about buying two tickets and waiting in the lobby. As if there was never any doubt that you would drop what you were doing and run off with him.<BR/><BR/>I agree with Anonymous, today you would have answered your cell and told him you were A)away and B)booked forever (which = a F-off)<BR/><BR/><BR/>funny thing about cellphones. people are so addicted they feel compelled to answer where ever they are. I exercise my right not to answer and let it go to voicemail. It's only a phone.<BR/><BR/>Space 1999, watched it big time. Born 62.Reekyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15223208454407204994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-7437933795159302902009-01-16T14:17:00.000-05:002009-01-16T14:17:00.000-05:00Other than my creepy grocery store run in, I haven...Other than my creepy grocery store run in, I haven't had any other creeps. One was more than enough, though, let me tell you.Kylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-57144610229816578242009-01-16T12:58:00.000-05:002009-01-16T12:58:00.000-05:00And you let him get AWAY? Sounds like he really ca...And you let him get AWAY? Sounds like he really cared. You know? :)<BR/><BR/>I once came home to find a guy I had been dating parked outside my parents house. At 1 am. And he wanted to know where I had been... I freaked the frack out and practically ran inside. He later apologized and I told him it didn't matter WHAT he said: what he had done scared me and I wasn't about to be with someone who scared me.<BR/><BR/>So glad I had balls back then...tracey.becker1@gmail.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09606831315390042198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-27785458029988582982009-01-16T12:38:00.000-05:002009-01-16T12:38:00.000-05:00All those calls and it never occurred to the rockh...All those calls and it never occurred to the rockhead that you *just weren't there*. Good thing you went hiking that weekend.<BR/>When I was at university there was one phone per floor in my dorm. We took turns sitting with it in the common room and if someone got a call the on duty person hiked down the hall and summoned her to the phone.<BR/>And yeah, crinolines had just gone out of fashion, since you ask. Acid washed jeans? Out of the far, far future.<BR/>I'm with Chicky -- I loved this.MARY Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13178370815712313585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-1283147413766824162009-01-16T12:35:00.000-05:002009-01-16T12:35:00.000-05:00I have had the creepy calls like that, but the sit...I have had the creepy calls like that, but the situation was a little different because he was calling me to find out where his girlfriend was and when I told him didn't know where she was made vague threats to try and get the information he thought I had out of me. Needless to say, I never answered my phone when he called after that.<BR/><BR/>And being a 20 something with a cell phone, I have developed a love/hate relationship with being so accessible. There are somedays that I make the decision not to turn on my ringer just because I don't want to be bothered, or I will purposefully leave it in another room so that I can focus on more important things ... like spending time with the people who are in the room with me.Carolinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01323986750035976264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-35404748826701173172009-01-16T11:47:00.000-05:002009-01-16T11:47:00.000-05:00I'm sorry -- I hit the "over twenty siblings" part...I'm sorry -- I hit the "over twenty siblings" part and my head exploded.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-41927795375306259142009-01-16T10:49:00.000-05:002009-01-16T10:49:00.000-05:00*sitting on the floor in front of your rocking cha...*sitting on the floor in front of your rocking chair, elbows on knees, hands on cheeks*<BR/><BR/>Tell me another story? Please, pretty please?<BR/><BR/>Tell me the story of how you got through the 80s without buying anything acid washed.Chicky Chicky Babyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-66752447884809647572009-01-16T09:16:00.000-05:002009-01-16T09:16:00.000-05:00I have always, always hated the phone, and don't e...I have always, always hated the phone, and don't even bother checking caller ID before deciding that I am not picking up. <BR/>You should call my house just to hear the message - it'll make you laugh.karengreenershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02488069680575426742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-12068098091453371212009-01-16T08:01:00.000-05:002009-01-16T08:01:00.000-05:00I have tried to convince the Mr. to let me buy us ...I have tried to convince the Mr. to let me buy us a house phone (we need one for the fax--how's that for 80s technology) withOUT an answering machine. I HATE listening to people talk to my empty house. I like caller ID, because I know who's tried to call, but holy eff do I hate the answering machine.<BR/><BR/>I remember the first week that I had caller ID. I could see that the cool guy from the club had indeed tried to call. And I called him back. And thus began a 6-year dead-end relationship straight from hell. Ah, technology.Jezehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05330098247363012639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-84543168715177729472009-01-16T07:38:00.000-05:002009-01-16T07:38:00.000-05:00Wow.I once got like 12 emails from a guy in colleg...Wow.<BR/><BR/>I once got like 12 emails from a guy in college when my email service went down for 2 days, but that's as creepy as it got.<BR/><BR/>Definitely wierd.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-79831208729774563242009-01-16T06:05:00.000-05:002009-01-16T06:05:00.000-05:00I think in todays world he would have reached you ...I think in todays world he would have reached you with the first call,you would have said you were unavailable and it might have just ended there.Yes? No? Maybe?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-65498580715547335992009-01-15T23:21:00.000-05:002009-01-15T23:21:00.000-05:00You never had anything acid-washed? Wow.... I, unf...You never had anything acid-washed? Wow.... I, unfortunately, did. The jacket, the jeans..... Wonder if they'll ever come back in style again.... Kind of like wondering how your sitch would pan out nowadays. totally different. <BR/><BR/>I used to love going up and down the stairs in my university library. I'd always think how awesome it was that, at that very moment, NOBODY knew where I was....Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07516203764767040649noreply@blogger.com