Today at the HBO blog, Dave posted a picture of a woman who has Paris Hilton's old cell phone number, here, and how she's been flooded with calls and text messages, especially between 2-4 a.m. She didn't have it changed because she has found it more entertaining that the hassle would be to change it.
This reminded me of when I moved back to town in Eugene after almost two years in the country.
The new phone number I was assigned had been the number of a polyamorous group in Eugene.
The number was still listed in some publications specializing in the world of loving several partners. I put on my detective cap and figured out that the group had been in Eugene and was now in Hawaii and I secured their phone number and mailing address so I could provide it to those calling the wrong number.
The callers were grateful.
I also put on my investigator's cap and asked the callers if they had a few minutes to tell me about being polyamorous.
To a person, they were kind, open people and educated me in the ways of their sharing their love generously.
The funniest thing that happened was when this group's leader appeared on the Joan River's talk show. I found out from a caller that she/he had secured our phone number when it crawled along the TV screen during the chat between Joan and the group's leader.
It was the only call I received connected with the Joan River's show.
Not long after, the show was canceled.
Not that many people watched it.
Especially, I guess, not the polyamorous crowd.
Maybe they were busy.