a funny thing happened on the way to bedfordshire
i experienced my first random text banter last night. I was very amused, and if my life were really a book, then actually it would have not ended as it did, but with a passionate encounter, some energetic shagging, and a satisfied ego waving good bye to a broken heart.
At 11pm i get a call from a withheld number. I answer in my "hell0" and then a hangup. hmmph. ok.
Then 5 minutes later i get a text that says: "sorry for hanging up! i realised i dialled the wrong number and you werent who i thought you were, am i right? so sorry 2 distrub u"
Then, the following emails i get (because i keep replying to his)
"im scott. thought it was my mates new number but obviously got it wrong unless hes had a sex change. hope u dnt mind me bothering u so late. who r u?"
who r u then? and y is ur number like me mates? are u tryin 2 say im stupid. i hope im no anoyin u"
"ur funny! tell me ur name. i mxed the numbers up because urs and his r similar numbers! neva mind. wot u up 2? where u from?"
"i live in shropshire a place called shrewsbury. im 18 hope that hasn't put u off texting me back. 2nitei played 6 a side footy then went 2 pub. tell me bout u?"
"its not i swear i randomly got u instead of my mates. now i just wanna know who im taling too? can u please tell me ur name nd age? what do you do in london?"
"ill text u tomorrow if you want? as long as u don't mind? u didn't sound 32. who cars? i like ur name. ur job beats hell outta mine"
At this point, i am imaginging a 400kg hobbit heighth guy who works backstock at Asda. Don't you think? What i want is justin timberlake.
bless the pumpkin, he texted me this morning, but i said it wasn't i good idea as we lived far away and i was so much older. i was tempted to have him send me a picture but then i would be tempted to make fun of him and i didn't want to give myself the opportunity to be so rude.
I also think in part of my mind that surely this was some weird holiday scam aimed to con me out of credit card details or money or my virtue.
At 11pm i get a call from a withheld number. I answer in my "hell0" and then a hangup. hmmph. ok.
Then 5 minutes later i get a text that says: "sorry for hanging up! i realised i dialled the wrong number and you werent who i thought you were, am i right? so sorry 2 distrub u"
Then, the following emails i get (because i keep replying to his)
"im scott. thought it was my mates new number but obviously got it wrong unless hes had a sex change. hope u dnt mind me bothering u so late. who r u?"
who r u then? and y is ur number like me mates? are u tryin 2 say im stupid. i hope im no anoyin u"
"ur funny! tell me ur name. i mxed the numbers up because urs and his r similar numbers! neva mind. wot u up 2? where u from?"
"i live in shropshire a place called shrewsbury. im 18 hope that hasn't put u off texting me back. 2nitei played 6 a side footy then went 2 pub. tell me bout u?"
"its not i swear i randomly got u instead of my mates. now i just wanna know who im taling too? can u please tell me ur name nd age? what do you do in london?"
"ill text u tomorrow if you want? as long as u don't mind? u didn't sound 32. who cars? i like ur name. ur job beats hell outta mine"
At this point, i am imaginging a 400kg hobbit heighth guy who works backstock at Asda. Don't you think? What i want is justin timberlake.
bless the pumpkin, he texted me this morning, but i said it wasn't i good idea as we lived far away and i was so much older. i was tempted to have him send me a picture but then i would be tempted to make fun of him and i didn't want to give myself the opportunity to be so rude.
I also think in part of my mind that surely this was some weird holiday scam aimed to con me out of credit card details or money or my virtue.
posted by miss goLondon at 5:59 PM
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