The Washington Post author Nancy French penned down one of the most bizarre stories ever related to Van Halen frontman, David Lee Roth.

Nancy started the article by how she and her current husband named David, decided to marry in their 20’s. While her life was passing as a romantic as a love song, one week after their marriage, their phone began to ring.

Let’s hear the rest of the story from the pen of Nancy:

“May I speak to David?” asked a sultry-voiced woman.

Reluctantly, I handed my new husband the phone, which he quickly hung up.

“Wrong number,” he said.

A few hours later, it rang again. Another woman. I dusted near the phone, so I could eavesdrop. Did my seemingly loyal husband have a double life?

Another wrong number, he said. I believed him until the phone rang at 3 a.m. And 4. The calls became more regular, at all hours of the day and night. It got so common, I was no longer surprised when the breathy voices on the other end of the line morphed into sighs of disappointment.”

At that time, Nancy began to worry about the honesty of her lovely husband and decided to dig in the real story behind these phone calls.

Here is how the story goes:

“I took messages when he was out. Desiree. Brandy. Jill. In some cases, they were testy when I said he wasn’t there. One woman started crying. “We were together just yesterday.”

“Where?” I demanded.

“In SoHo,” she said. I thought about this. My husband worked at a Midtown law firm during the day, or so he told me. Had I made a terrible mistake?

“Are we talking about the same David? Tall, blond?”

“And handsome,” she added sarcastically. “Are you going to tell me I have the wrong number? I’m looking at the note he wrote to me now. 212 …” She read the number. It was definitely ours.”

This is the moment that Nancy eagerly believed that her husband is definitely cheating on her. However, she was also confused by her husband’s being as confounded as she was.

In the end, everything clarified with the call of David Lee Roth’s agent.

Here is the climax of the story:

“Sorry, he’s at work,” I said.

“All work should go through me,” he spat. I wasn’t sure how law firms allocated cases, but apparently David was doing it wrong. I began to take a message.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I’ve known David for years,” he shot back. “The real question is: Who are you?”

He had a point. I was the new addition. I wanted love so badly that I ignored any inconvenient details — like barely knowing the man I married.

“I’m his wife.” The new label felt heavy in my mouth.

Silence for a beat. Then two.

“Why didn’t he tell me about you?” he exploded.

“It was spontaneous,” I said, before launching into a defense of getting married quickly, but with less enthusiasm than I would have before the calls started.

“I’ll be right over,” he said. “Don’t talk to anyone. We have to fix this.”

“I am not a problem to be fixed!”

“Are you —” he paused, then lowered his voice. “Pregnant? Expecting a little David Lee? A kid will really hurt our comeback.”

“Lee?” I asked. “My husband’s middle name is Austin. What comeback?”

“I know my own client’s middle name.”

“Client?” I asked. “I’m talking about David French, the attorney.”

“I’m talking about David Lee Roth, the singer.”

As you might understand the real situation, the girl who has harassed the couple was one of David Lee’s ex-girlfriends, and when David Lee changed his number, Nancy’s husband was the guy who took that exact same phone number of Roth.

Here is how Nancy ends the story:

“There’d been a big mix-up. Apparently, the rock star had changed his number right before we moved to Manhattan but still gave out his old number to women he met but wanted to let down easily. Later that year, he appeared on MTV with Van Halen. When rumors of them getting back together started flying, our phone rang with congratulations and invitations to exclusive parties.

That’s how — for a brief period of time — we became David Lee Roth’s answering service and romantic liaison.”

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