Summary

A college student recounts her encounter with an infamous obscene phone caller, who unexpectedly hangs up on her after she nonchalantly questions his actions, effectively ending his late-night antics.

Abstract

The narrative describes a period of tension on a college campus caused by an anonymous obscene phone caller targeting female students. The caller, known for his explicit and unsolicited sexual comments, becomes the subject of concern and gossip among the dorm residents. The author, prepared for his call due to prior warnings, responds with disinterest and eventually prompts the caller to terminate the conversation abruptly by insinuating he might engage in such acts with his mother. This encounter, while disturbing to others, is met with indifference by the author, who remains more engrossed in her studies, specifically the works of Dostoevsky, than in the caller's attempts at telephone sex.

Opinions

The obscene phone caller's behavior is perceived as a nuisance and a source of distress, particularly during the stressful period of finals week.
The author expresses a clear lack of interest in the caller's advances, finding them more amusing than threatening.
The caller's actions are seen as an invasion of privacy and a form of sexual harassment, though the author's reaction suggests a level of desensitization to such behavior.
The article implies a critique of the caller's lack of originality and skill in his attempts at dirty talk, as well as the inappropriateness of his actions.
The author's friends are amused by her ability to offend the caller to the point of hanging up, indicating a shared sentiment of disapproval towards the caller's behavior.
The caller's reaction to the author's question about his mother suggests a level of hypocrisy or shame regarding his actions, as it leads to an immediate end to the call.

That Time the Obscene Phone Caller Hung Up on Me

If you’re going to dirty talk strangers, you’d better be good at it

The thing is, by the time you made it to my phone, I was ready for you. I had heard all about your antics from other women on the floor of my college dorm. You seemed to think you were clever, but all you really did was add one to the last phone number you dialed to get in touch with the next room on the all-female floor. Everyone on campus knew how to do that. Were you also a student there? No one ever found out. Still, the reports of you came to me through the grapevine and several people were disturbed by the things you said to them.

“He said he wanted to fuck me in the ass!”

“He said he wanted to watch me touch myself!”

“He told me that he was stroking his big cock and thinking of me!”

“He breathed heavy in my ear and said he was horny!”

“He said he wanted me to suck his dick!”

You were the talk of the floor for those few weeks that you let your fingers do the walking in the middle of the night. Maybe everyone was on edge because it was so close to finals week. Maybe the hour that you called made you seem more menacing than you actually were. Maybe the fact that you were doing this in the first place ratcheted up the tension among my friends.

Can I get back to reading Dostoevsky now?

Whatever the case, by the time you called my room, I couldn’t have cared less. You did exactly what I was told you would do: You called in the middle of the night, which was fine because I was up studying anyway. You started with the heavy breathing and then mumbled something you thought would upset me.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” you said in between heavy breaths that sounded more like a bad asthma attack than an attempted seduction.

Yawn.

“I’m going to bend you over and stick my hard cock into you.”

Lovely. Can I get back to reading Dostoevsky now?

“I’m going to fuck you so hard and make you come, baby.”

You continued your dirty talk as I sat and listened with an indifference that was clearly deafening to you. In fact, my abject boredom made you wonder if there was a problem on the line. “Can you hear me, are you there?”

“I’m here.”

“I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard and squirt my come inside of you.”

“Mmmm hmmmm.”

“Did you hear me?”

“Oh yeah, I heard you.”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard in the ass.”

“Is that what you do to your mother?” I asked nonchalantly.

“WHAT?”

“I said, is that what you do to your mother?”

Click.

My friends were amused, but not at all surprised, that I had offended the notorious obscene phone caller to the point where he actually hung up on me. And with that, as far as I knew, your telephone sex career had abruptly ended with a whimper and a dial tone.

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