Hit me up. I’ll be out that way tomorrow.
Red flag. You sent a text message to the wrong phone. Obviously this closeness that seemingly would exist with the casualness and familiarity of the message is not entirely accurate. Anyone that knows me, knows I have two separate phones for calls and texts and it irks me to no end when I am forced to text from the call phone. But I let it slide. I must know this person. Never mind the number is not programmed in either phone, I am convinced it will all be sorted out shortly.
Damn Brianna, my feelings are hurt now.
Then the phone rings. Great. Now I must answer because it’s obvious I am available. But after I answer and waste a few precious moments of my life that I will never get back, I am even more convinced that I in fact do not know this person. Just to be sure, I check his Myspace. If nothing else, a picture or two might jog my memory. Memory still stalled. I am now quite certain that as picky as I am giving my number out, there is no way I would have given him mine and not recalled. Not last month, not last year, not ever. It’s not that he was ugly… that really had nothing to do with it. But he’s what I like to refer to as “hood rich.” The guys that pose next to their cars as they point to the rims, put on their profile that they are the CEO of some unknown company that makes them tons of money a year, talk incessantly about ‘stackin’ chips’ or whatever…you get the point.
But now that I am convinced that I in fact do not know this person and still have no idea how he possibly knows my number and all other pertinent information, I decide the best remedy is to just ignore him. He will go away. I choose this method quite often because I prefer not to deal with the unknown reaction of people. Some people get mad. They are rude. Why? I don’t know, but I just prefer to avoid the potential ugliness of it all.
Hit me back later tonight and let me know if you want to meet up tomorrow.
Thanks for the call back.
You trying to link up?
Wow I kinda felt stood up last night.
you think?! Still no response.
Hey my bad just wanted to see you before I left the city boo.
Oh, for the love of God! If there is not one thing more annoying then all the cats in the entire universe simultaneously running their claws down a multitude of chalkboards it is someone calling me BOO. I loathe that word more than any in the made-up English language. Especially from someone I don’t know, and as we have established, I don’t know this dude and I am now more certain then ever that I don’t ever want to. But he doesn’t get that and so I sent a response back…finally.
NOT GONNA HAPPEN.
It’s been almost 24 hours and I am tempted to say that maybe the point has gotten thru. I might be forced to rethink how I deal with unwanted attention in the future and that is a little bit daunting for me, but I will do it if I must. Especially if it stops another person from calling me the B word again.