A Case of Mistaken Identity
(Incoming Photo-Message...)
Oooh! What could it be? A photo of one of my girls? A niece or nephew? Something from a friend?
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(Incoming Text-Message...)
Ya i like it show me your body tits,pussy
!!!
Okaaaaaaay? Should I call this guy? Nah, don't really want to. Instead, I come up with something easy to send back.
(Sending Photo-Message...)
Subject: Wrong number, Buddy.
(Incoming Text-Message...)
You dont want to give me any pic
(Sending Text-Message...)
I'm a guy. You have a wrong number. Go Away.
(Incoming Text-Message...)
Iwas talking toagirl not aguy in into girls homey
(Sending Text-Message...)
You completely have the wrong number, and the wrong person.
(Holy CRAP! This guy is just NOT GETTING IT!!!)
(Incoming Text-Message...)
Whos brittney
(Sending Text-Message...)
Nobody I know. YOU HAVE A WRONG NUMBER. STOP MESSAGING ME.
At this point, the guy called me. I let it go to voicemail, then checked it later:
Hey Rob, sorry about that man. I got your number mixed up with a girl I'm talking to right now. Sorry about that man, I won't bug you anymore.
I'm sure the guy must have felt pretty embarassed, so I didn't poke him with a sharp stick, much as the desire might have struck me earlier.
I'll bet that courtship never had problems like this in the old days?