Chic magnet

Friday. I'm in the club. This is obviously several months back, seeing as I rarely leave the house these days. I get a call. It's like 2am. Why would she be calling at this hour. I pick up. Quite a foolish thing to do actually. Because I can't hear a thing over the music. Apparently, when I was a kid, folks at home would call out my name and I wouldn't hear them. And we were in the same room. I used to think they were just messing with my head and stuff. Because they'd claim that they had been shouting my name just now but I seemed completely oblivious to it. Later on I came to learn that I had even been taken to a doc who had recommended some kind of ear surgery. Thankfully my mum declined and everything turned out fine. My hearing is just about as good as my sight.

Anyway. I quickly realised my folly and walked to a less noisy place to call her back. First thing I heard from the other end took me by some surprise. Some muffled sounds, like crying. Ala. I was speechless. What was I meant to say. I tried to think about what would cause her to be in such a state but most scenarios were rather nasty so I stopped guessing and asked her. She can't tell me, she says. OK. What now. She'll call me tomorrow. And she hangs up, leaving me looking at the phone. Completely baffled. What just went on there.

Saturday. I'm home. More recently. Around 11pm. I get call. I look at the number and wonder why she would be calling at this hour. I pick up, and give out an apprehensive "Hello?". The response is all out sobbing from the other end. The only thing more weird than being struck by lightning, is being struck twice. How is this even possible. Same scene, different chic. And this particular one is really letting it out. I really have no idea what to do with someone who's crying, other than let them be. This time I don't prod quite as much. I learnt the futility of that first time round. As it is she didn't tell why she was upset, or what she wanted from me, or anything, and before I know it, she's hang up. Is it me, I start to wonder. Must be. People call, and cry and hang up.

I get that sometimes people are in the wars and some kind of human contact helps to relieve negative emotions. What I don't get is why you would start dialling while you're still crying. It is why SMS was invented isn't it. If it were me, I'd want to do that kind of thing in complete isolation. But I suppose that's just my man-logic talking. And if you aren't going to share what you're upset about, which is acceptable, perhaps you could help a guy out and give him an idea of what you'd like him to do, rather than hang up on him. And. Why me.

I'd much prefer to be a different type of chic magnet, but there are only two [non-relative] chics in my phonebook right now so that isn't even a remote possibility.