Thursday, October 18, 2007


Yesterday, I realized how important voice is to me in how I find someone attractive.

Around 7:50pm I called ING Direct about my account and I was immediately assisted by the most charming voice ever. By merely talking to him, I was able to develop a profile.

Young, around my age and very polite & patient even though it was the end of the day. Dark hair and about two inches taller than me. He had no accents so I assumed he was an all American boy who played sports. He worked so that he could make money for the car of his dreams. By his tone, I could tell he was family oriented and very close to his mom, but still very masculine and plays baseball with his dad.

The conversation wasn't that smooth because I was astounded at how adorable he sounded. Not like baby cute, but datable and sexy. Not deep and dirty, but honest and eloquent. Mid range, clean and perfect.

It was a breath of fresh air from the usual phone help: foreign, ghetto, scripted. He seemed to know exactly what to say to make me swoon. "Your account number is 743..." with every number I smiled wider, I was tickled by his charm. The most mundane instructions became so interesting, "just go to our website at..." I was hypnotized.

I debated whether to tell him that I liked his voice... he's about to hang up, I should say something! I should say, "I just wanted to let you know, that I think you have a nice voice..." But my shyness got to me even though we were strangers connected by a phone line. Suddenly he says, "I noticed you're not signed up for our..." As if he wanted to stay on the line with me. I responded back, "actually funny you mentioned that, I was about to sign up!" I was goofy and tried hard to sound equally attractive, but probably came off crazy. "well, I can actually set that up for you right now, if you'd like." "Well if you want...that would be great," I tried to smile with my tones. I found myself KIND OF of flirting with him by being very pleasant and grateful for the service that he gets paid for. But I was obviously trying too hard.

When it was time to go, I said good bye with out sending a compliment. But I felt as if he liked me too. I should have said something, but in the end I was just another routine call.... I felt used. It was if we cuddled through conversation and I was left wanting more. I picked up the phone to call the service number again in hopes of getting the same guy. Ring ring.... 8:05, the office had closed.

Damn it.


dannie said...

did you ever get his name? intersting how your story is similar to mine, but different.

Tofu said...

lol this is like sex in the city or something