Am I That Creepy Guy? Poem by Bryan Corbett

OMG!
I met a girl last night!
stopped at the local watering hole
I was only gonna have one or two drinks, I swear
but there she was in the backroom playing pool
alone

after only three or four more drinks, I swwwear
I finally worked up the nerve
to go over and talk to her.
her name is Jenny
she's a lawyer
originally from some podunk town in Pennsylvania
it took some time and only one or two more drinks,
I swwweeeeear
but I finally got her to give up
her phone number

then I went home
and paced in my living room
for a few hours,
or maybe it was less than 10 minutes
talking to myself, OUT LOUD:
should I call?
should I wait?
should I call?
should I wait?

I picked up my phone
the bar napkin was trembling in my hand
I dialed each number, oh. so. carefully:
8
6
7
5
3
0
9

and got this:
'the number you have reached: 8675-30niiiiIiiine has been disconnected.'

Which was followed by a Tutone dial tone...

I swwwweweeeeeeeeaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr