I was talking to Ngoc on the phone and someone pounded on my motel room door. She said it was probably someone with the wrong room. I wondered why they wouldn't just use their key and determine that so I went to the door. No one was there. She worried that someone might rape me "up the ass" in her words. I expressed that if I were going to be raped, I'd like it to be forced fellatio over any kind of anal penetration. She said that she didn't think that it worked that way.
I celebrated Rock n Roll Monday with some organic, sprouted-wheat berry bread, some smoked Applewood English cheddar and a big bottle of St. Pauli Girl.
I fell asleep and awoke to a phone call.
"Do you want me to give you a blowjob?" a hushed voice whispered on the phone.
"No," I replied, wondering if one of my friends was fucking with me. It sounded a lot like Brian but I don't think he'd make a joke like this. I thought surely it was someone out on Rock n Roll Monday that Ngoc had given my temporary number to.
"Are you sure?" they asked.
"Yes," I replied. "Who is this?" I asked.
"Tim," he replied.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"I'm staying in the same motel." he answered.
Then I got really creeped out.
"What can I do to convince you to let me in your room?" he asked.
"Nothing," I told him and hung up, totally disturbed and scared.
So, how about tonight? I'm in the mood for Mexican or Thai. Something hearty and filling and savory. Orion and Natalya are going to see the Fugees so anybody else down?