Not really a wrong number, and it wasn't funny at the time, but it actually resulted in this life as I know it now, so it ended well.

Sorry for the length; I just don't know how to make stories short.
Back in 2000, my cellphone company kept goofing up somehow. Calls were getting switched...so I would call my friend Shirley and would get someone else. Someone would call me, they would get someone else. Since the numbers are generally programmed in the phones, it's not the caller's fault, but the cellphone company. Or maybe the phone company, because it was doing it to and from LAND lines as well as cellphones. It was weird.
One day, during a semi-off time in the off and on "relationship" I was in (one in my long string of dudes I shouldn't have gotten involved with), I decided to call the guy. So I called from my cellphone to his landline. The connection sounded weird even as it rang, and then a woman with an accent answered. She answered really definitively, like it was HER phone, not like it was a friend's (if I answer a friend's phone I'll say "this is so-and-so-'s phone, friend-Molly speaking" or something like that), but also not aggresively like it was some new chick trying to psych out the competition (I do not miss my 20s).
I was really freaked out, as that was moving FAST, even for him...and I just hung up, without asking for the dude.
After that, I was DONE with him. I'd never wanted a relationship with him anyway, and he'd sucked me into fighting for him for too long, so I was FINISHED.
I finally decided I was done with the otherwise-involveds, the drug-users, the alcoholics...basically done with my daddy-seeking nonsense...and I was ready for a Good Guy.
Something like...2 weeks later, I decided to go to a work party, and I met the Good Guy! That I would have met a few months earlier at work, if I hadn't called in sick after an all night argument with the guy I was "involved" with. If I'd met him, I wouldn't have looked at him, as I wasn't ready for a Good Guy yet.
Good Guy is now hubby.
The ex called me one night...wanted to come over around midnight...I told him that I was going to be going on a 3rd date that night, and the new guy seemed to be a really good guy, and that I would have to decline that "lovely" invitation.
YEARS later I was thinking about it (while driving the stretch of road where I'd been when I called the ex, back before phone-use-while-driving was banned here) and I realized it was very very likely one of the switcheroos that was happening all the time. The guy was a bartender, and I knew all the women he came into contact with (it's how we met, so I kept an eye out), and he just didn't know any women with accents...so it was this weird, flukey, phone company moment that caused my entire life to change.
And thank goodness it did!
