Friday, September 26, 2014
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
I get messages from people who mistake me with others regularly.
About two weeks ago, I had this exchange on twitter with a guy who clearly thought I was someone else.
I thought one of three things might happen:
1. He'd get to the wedding, be all, "Nbut my name IS on the list! I have the tweets to prove it!" They'd let him and his buddy in because no one wants a scene at a wedding.
2. He'd say the same thing, the Nicole he was supposed to contact would point out he's a dumbass and he'd be turned away.
*3. He would get in his car and drive to Texas and murder me. My exchange was risky, but I can't help but respond to people like that in these cases.
Thankfully (for both of us), everything worked out.
REALLY want to know what that was. Like, does it include pastries or penises? And if it's dessert, is that on Pinterest? Because I might need to pin that.
Since I'm still alive (for now), I didn't see the harm in replying to this random text the other day.
Instead of a text back, my phone rang.
I paused briefly, then figured I might as well answer because I've been really bored.
Me: Hello?Random Guy: You good, ma?Me: Um, yeah. I think you might have the wrong number.RG: Oh. That's too bad.Me: Uh, okay. Bye.
I have blurred the number here because I don't want to get either of us in trouble. Oh, there's no issue with a wrong number. It's the fact that the number is for an escort. I hadn't looked it up because there wasn't any other contact after that. A friend did the Googling. It's actually a number where people can review their escorts - like Yelp for hookers.
I have to let my curiosity with that one end there. It's most definitely for my own good.
So that's how I've spent the last week.
NOTE: If I disappear or get murdered, will one of you please tell the police about these guys? They might be a good place to start.