Straight Fucking

Word Play

I've always had a love affair with words. Whether it was spoken or written, they fascinated me. I loved how you could conjure up your own image rather than have it pasted on the screen for you as with television and movies. Words... they can get you in trouble if you are not careful though. Words are the reason that I'm standing at my front door about to open it to a man that I've never seen before.

I use my cell phone for my business a lot. I plan parties for the rich and famous and sometimes not so famous and I'm always getting calls from numbers that I don't recognize. So it was no big deal for me to look down at the LCD screen of my phone and see a new number.

"Party Over Here. This is Argentina. How may I help you?"

"Oh. Um, I'm sorry. I think I have a wrong number."

The voice on the other end of the phone was deep and sensual. My curiosity was piqued as to whom the voice belonged to but I played it cool. "Oh no problem. I hope you find the person that you are looking for." My voice was a little too seductive but that's the way it usually is and it helps with business.

"Ok, um thanks." I was about to end the call when I heard the voice call out. "Wait! Ma'am? Are you still there?"

"Yes? How may I help you?"

"Is your name really Argentina or is it just a business name?"

I get asked that question whenever I meet someone new so I was not offended. Yes, my name is really Argentina. My parents loved to travel and swore that they named their children after the city or country in which they were conceived. Since there were seven of us, it appears that they hit almost every continent. Besides me, there were my brothers: London, Brisbane and Niger. My sisters were Montreal and the twins Shanghai and China. Needless to say we all caught hell in school with those names but we loved the uniqueness of them.

"It's really Argentina. Friends and family call me Gen though."

"Wow. Never met an Argentina. It's nice."

"Thank you. Now you can cross that off your "never" list", I laughed.

He laughed with me and asked, "What's a never list?"

"Well you know how we always say we've never done something? Like a food you've never tasted or an activity you've never done? I call that my never list."

"Hm. I've never thought about it like that. Oh wait, did I just walk right into that one!"

We laughed together at his statement. "So, don't you have a call to make?"

"I'm sorry? A call?"

"You know the person that you were trying to reach when you called me?"

"Oh. Yeah. I was, huh? Guess talking to you kinda threw me for a loop and I completely forgot."

"I've been known to do that to people. Ah, it's a gift and a curse!"

"Yeah, I guess so. Well, Ms. Argentina. It was a pleasure to meet you."

"You as well, Mr... uh... well I'm at a loss and that's never happened to me."

"I guess you can cross that off your never list. And the name is Patrick."

"Patrick. I like that. Well, Patrick. I'll let you make your phone call. Have a wonderful day."

"I will now, Argentina."

We disconnected and for some reason I felt a little let down. I brushed it off and went about my day. It seemed that everywhere I went, I would hear Patrick's voice and I wondered if it really was him. I chastised myself for fantasizing about a man that I've never met and tried to get him out of my head. I thought working out at the gym would be the remedy. It was just the trick. After going through a strenuous kickboxing class, cross country treadmill workout and using the free weights, the only thing I was thinking about was a hot shower and food!