Have you ever heard a voice over the
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Have you ever heard a voice over the
| Tue, 03-08-2005 - 7:08am |
phone that nearly knocked your socks off? I rarely do, the last one I did, I married, BUT, this weekend I talked to someone on the phone and felt like drooling. I mean it was the most sexiest masculine voice I have ever heard! I didn't want to get off the darn phone. I kept asking stupid questions, just to keep him on the line. Of course I had to, because it was just a quick call to set something up, but boy oh boy, suddenly I felt like crank calling, just to hear the hello again! LOL. What a dork I am.
I've had that happen with clients of mine and be sooooooo disappointed when I met them in person. I had this whole picture of gorgeous and then met toad.
Can anyone relate?

All the time. I talk to vendors and customers all day long. It's why I prefer to NEVER EVER meet them. I like the image in my head better.
I've met only 1 or 2 that lived up to their voices.
It's rather like radio personalities. I never like seeing them after hearing them for a long time. It's always a let down and ruins my mental picture of them when I hear again. LOL
Beck, me too with work. One was a wonderful irish accent...to DIE for...I finally saw his pic..skinny, bald dude...*sigh*
One wonderful hispanic accent voice was attached to
I'm a sucker for a man with a southern drawl. Please note I didn't say a Texas Twang - I want the slow, lulling, lilting southern drawl. Freaking love it.
My company has a corporate office in Memphis, TN - and I do alot of work with various people there. One man there has the sweetest, longest southern drawl. Makes my toes curl. LOVE IT. And such a sweet heart to talk to. I called my coworker that works there - her and I have developed quite a friendship (never met her) and said "I just gotta know what he looks like!" and she said "trust me, you don't, your fantasy is SO MUCH BETTER without knowing that!" I told her she just had to tell me. She said "he's about 6'5" and weighs, maybe, 160 pounds dripping wet. He has extremely curly jet black hair - the girls here say it looks like a brillo pad. He has the pastiest white skin I've ever seen. He has a long neck and a little head and HUGE eyes - the guys in the office call him the ostrich - He's young - but he wears "old man" big, gold, square glasses. And - every single day of the week - he comes to work in a short sleeve button up shirt with a bow tie and suspenders, holding his flood water pants up." I laughed and said "seriously - what does he look like?" She didn't laugh and said stone cold "seriously." Dang it! I should have listened to her!
Where I worked at previously - it was a guy named Gabe. Gabe (which I have to tell you - I don't think there is a name I like better than Gabriel, Gabe for a man - so score one) wrote a computer program just for me (yep! Work related!) and we talked on the phone about a kazillion times a day for two years straight. Gabe didn't have any distinguishable accent - but his voice was pure honey. Oh my word. So he had to fly in to come present the finally completed program to my bosses, and I picked him up from the airport. I told him I'd just meet him at the arrivals curb, and what kind of truck I had and my license plate number to make it easy. So I'm sitting at the curb - and this absolutely stunning Latin man that reminds me of Andy Garcia - except his hair was more salt and pepper comes strolling out of the airport and I was really drooling over him while waiting for Gabe. He confidently strolled up to my truck, opened the door and stuck out his hand and said "hi Mindy, I'm Gabe." I swear to goodness I KNOW that I had the goofiest grin on my face EVER. I mean, I thought he would be cute - but I NEVER imagined he would be the type of guy that I would dream about!
Mindy
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ROTFL...big goofy grin...I can see it.
That's like what happened when this guy, who had always been a sweetheart on the phone, came to our shop. I was friends with him because I am the "heroine" here for people who's calls don't always get answered (I work with 20 notorious procrastinators). So this gorgeous guy walks in, steel grey hair with a little black here and there, big brown eyes, just about my height...great shoulders, and he's asian/hispanic looking.
I spoke and introduced myself. stood up to shake his hand...and he introduced himself as "the sweetheart on the phone"...I thought I was gonna die. But, he had a wedding ring on, so...such is life. LOL
I interview people over the phone 85% of the time and when I finally meet them they are usually a let down. There have been a couple that I've almost tripped over when meeting them in person. One is a New Zealander with the coolest accent and he is so done cute and full of charm.
But most of the time I can't say the voice matches the looks. (sigh)
Yes, yes, yes! It was a southern accent, but not the Texan drawl. It was absolutely fabulous, so manly and sooooo SEXY. I'm getting all red just thinking about those 6 minutes again. LOL. I gotta call him again, just to make sure my reservation is confirmed. LOL.
LIke I said, I talked to my X husband on the phone for a pre-interview and I had the best conversation and he had this incredible voice. When I first saw, I froze, he froze, it was absolutely as if the world stopped. We shook hands and we couldn't let go. It was quite funny, but also a bit embarrassing for us both. After that we were inseparable. We had a fantastic 18 months of courting. Funny thing is, we never fought, not even once, it was if we were made for each other.
Unfortunately, I was so hooked on him, that all the showing red flags in my face wouldn't have had me face reality. He was gooooood, not so much sexually, I had to teach him that part, but he pampered, listened and spoiled me. I guess that is what I had really needed at that time.
That is the ONE thing in Europe, that I just LOVE, it's the men with their ACCENTS! I've dated a few Irish, a few English, one Scottish, also not from Europe, but working here: South African whose parents were German, Australian and New Zealender! HELLO! Talk about SEXY.
Still, I have to say, nothing beats a southern man calling me babe, sweetheart or darlin. That just get's me everytime! LOL
Catherine,
What were the red flags with your exh? Would you mind sharing the story? It sounds like your courtship was so wonderful and that you really liked him. Why didn't it work for you?
Do you have a few weeks to listen? I'm serious. The way I found out, was that we both happily planned Nina, but when it came down to it, he said he didn't want her. It was either a divorce and have the baby or stay married and abort. I chose to keep Nina. He didn't think I would, so his entire world or worlds fell apart. That is when I found out and his family and his friends and everyone found out that Harry suffers as a schizophrenic, a pathological liar and was leading a double and triple life. He had another life completely aside from me, but I just thought it was working late or travel related. I think his family knew. I see it in his family. It's quite evident, therefore I worry about Nina, because I see certain patterns in her.
He refuses to get help, so not much you can do.
I know that while we were courting, I had him. The person that I truly loved, but he told me everything I wanted to hear. He wanted us to move, start a new life, have more children, everything, but when the ring was on the finger, he said no to moving, letting me have my career and so many more things happened that I walked out on him after 9 months. It was then that he started building a double/triple life for himself. I wasn't around, I was living in Frankfurt. We only saw one another once a month for almost a year, then I forced him to move to Frankfurt. He was doing his best to keep things afloat with his affairs, other apartment, etc. We were always broke, but I couldn't understand why and I trusted him in the financial affairs, because I was in a foreign country. Like I said, only after I decided to keep the baby did it get worse, he started losing his mind that he wasn't in control of the situation. He tried to get me to get rid of Nina. He would trip me down the stairs, etc. I was bed ridden through the stress at 5 months. Harry also secretly used to beat Alex. All this came out later. He threatened to beat her even more if she told. That is where we realized where the stuttering came from later. The breathing problems, the rashes. To this day she is terrified of men, even of her own father. After the birth of Nina it got worse. I took the kids and ran for California, but Harry called my father everyday and said I needed a clinic for my psychological disorder. He would talk to my father for hours asking him to help me from disillusion. My father believed him. Sent me back to Germany. That is where my X made his mistake, All that time while I was living with my dad (for 8wks) in California, one of his affairs was living in my home. She had moved in. She moved out when she heard I was returning. I found this all out shortly after my return and when he got caught red handed in everything, his world fell apart. That is how I found out that he was not only living with me, but his lover and had an apartment on the side. That he had been fired for other jobs due to sexual harrassment and stealing. The more things popped up, the worse it got. The worse it got the more started unraveling. Honey, I tell you, it was a freaking horror soap opera.
But Ladies, I had the most wonderful relationship with this man in the beginning. The person to this day that I believe truly loved me. I want to at least believe that part. I don't want to think that 6yrs with this man was a total lie. I want to remember one of the best parts of my life for what it was, the best.
Red flags, almost all of them, but after I married. Not a sign prior. The only person who knew, that didn't trust him, was my Grandmother. She warned me and when she died, she warned me again and then she helped me find all the information to hang him. that is why I believe in ghosts. If it wasn't for her, it sounds nuts, but who knows what would of happened.
I was one of 3% population in Germany ever to get a restraining order. That should give you an idea how threatening he was. He threatened to kill us, himself, stalked us, and on top of it I never knew, to this day I don't, who I am dealing with.