His seducing masculine voice is like bacon over the phone. Hearing him talk turns me on. I don’t know this person. He calls me over at work asking for help. He talks slowly, meditating what he is about to say.
Good morning, thank you for calling, how can I help you today?
Finallyyyyy! -replies the voice on the other side- someone I’m able to understand. I silently laugh for myself it’s almost evident on the outside. I know what he means, it’s everyday’s story: I’ve travelled all around the world trying to solve this deal and I always end up with people in India whose english I’m unable to understand.
Yes, I understand. Hope I’m able to help.
Umm -silence- I’m sure you can. He tries to talk but is unable to articulate his words. Is this man drinking? Would that be the reason for his hoarse voice? Mmmm, loving his voice and presence, though. He doubts before he speaks. Oh! -Hhhmm, he clears his throat- your voice… Umm, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, it just ran away from me. I laugh out loud. He joins me. He clears his throat again and goes on: Well, this subject actually involves several departments, and I’ve been all over already, and I tell you I feel like I’ve been around the world in just a few minutes, trying to find someone that can help. I need help. Yeah, I get you on that feeling of going around the world and about the help as not all of our teams are as efficient, but you know, with that voice I’m sure you are in need of help. Yes, tell me ¿how can I be helpful?
Where are you located at?
In Madrid, Spain. Ole, Ole, Ole
Beautiful. Wonderful. I’ve been there and I really liked it a lot! But I must say I live in the best city in the world.
I dare to say I don’t think so. That’s were I live in, here in Madrid.
He starts looking for conversation on other subjects. The flow is slow and deliberate, his voice seducing, masculine, coarse and flattering. Among all he talks about, his land, the wonderful city he lives in: Pensacola, Florida and all; he mentions he is alone, he is the owner of a small corporation and needs help. But he doesn’t finish telling me what kind of help is it that he needs. ¿Psychological? Perhaps. He lives alone and abandoned. What kind of help do you need? With drugs? Alcohol? Sex? Because I believe you have dialed the wrong number, but with that voice, if you lived in Madrid, without a doubt I’d be inviting you over for beers.