Seems like everyone used to get the odd phone call “I’m not wearing any underwear” every now and then.
But you never hear about it anymore. I realize with caller ID, and call trace etc, it’s hard to make one. Poor guys
Since I doubt anyone will want to admit they make the calls, just wondering if any of you still get the odd obscene call?
I think all those weirdos moved to spam email.
I only had one, and it was in the middle of the night, and I was too confused to give him any satisfaction. It was in the early 1980s. No caller ID; our family still had a rotary telephone in fact.
The last one I got while I was working graveyard at an tech support call centre about 6 or 7 years ago. Me and one other female tech worked that shift (and one guy). That caller phoned in every night for roughly an hour to breath superheavy into our ears. This went on for weeks.
I received some within the last year, I got about one every week at work for a period of about 6 weeks. I work at a bank, so it was likely just a disgruntled customer. I never really bothered to get the police involved. I just hung up and eventually he went away.
I thought those were extinct since the arrival of the paid sex-phone lines.
Probably less common now that there’s so much free internet porn, chat sites, and smutty dating site sites for guys to get their ya-yas off.
The last osbcene phone call I remember hearing about was one I answered back in college. One of my roommates was a girl. She was farting around in the kitchen, I was studying for mid-terms up in my room. When the phone rang, I guess we both picked up at the same time, but she got “Hello” out before me. I was slow to hang up because I was reading and doing one of those slow motion things you do when you’re engrossed in one thing but still trying to do another, just reeeeeeeeaching to puuuuut the phoooooone baack -
then I snapped out of it when I heard the breathing. Put the phone back against my ear and heard my roommate say: “Hello?.. Who is this?” and a guy’s breathing that totally sounded like he was fapping. He asked: “What are you wearing?” in a fapping growl, and I answered “Boxing shorts and socks, nothing else.”
That would have been around 1992, maybe.
I haven’t really received any, though there are two that were … weird.
One was when I worked at a big box electronics store, and a woman called up asking if we carried adult movies. (Obviously we didn’t). Then she tried to talk me into having sex with her.
In her defense (such as it could be), she sounded really high.
The other I detailed here over two years ago.
“Fapping.” Guess I’ll add that to the Masturbation Euphemism list…
I’d say what really put the final nail in the coffin was the introduction of two phone company services: Caller ID and Call Trace.
So one of you stayed connected for an hour every night with this guy?
You’d never heard of that before?
Not obscene per se, but nuisance calls, about 8 years ago. Every weekday about 1 PM, the phone would ring. We have caller ID but it said “unknown”. We’d pick up the phone, a male voice with an American accent said “sorry, wrong number”, and would hang up. He was either calling from a public phone, or somehow the calling number was blocked (I think you can do that when you place a call, useful info for the heavy-breathers I suspect).
We got call intercept - where an unknown caller has to speak their name before it’ll ring through to the house - and never heard from him again.
I’m a cop, and we get reports of obscene calls a few times a year. Most are obviously young boys who get excited uttering the few dirty words that the know, but some can be pretty disturbing and detailed.
My last one was around 1993. I was working switchboard at a local hotel. It was about 3am when I got a heavy breather. Sounded like Darth Vader with a head cold.
I said, “Listen. If that’s the best you can do at an obscene phone call, I don’t have time to deal with you.” Then I hung up. And laughed hysterically for about 10 minutes.
I have a wonderful pair of photos of my great-grandmother that are labelled “Grandma Marie receives an obscene phone call.” She looks absolutely enthralled. In one she’s got her hand to her chest as if to say “You want to do all that to me? Really?” She was a character, she was.
So Mark what colour underware is your S.O.wearing?
Does she like lesser known Da Vinci Cartoons?
Could I introduce her perhaps to Pre Raphealites?
Your great-grandmother sounds…well, great.
I sort of got one when I was at college. This creepy guy used to call up girls at my school randomly and say things. Nothing sexual, actually, but it was really creepy to wake up at 4 in the morning and hear a random stranger.